When the soul, through its own fault... becomes rooted in a pool of pitch-black, evil smelling water, it produces nothing but misery and filth.

If you fall sometimes, you must not be discouraged.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

From moment to moment one can bear much.

We need no wings to go in search of Him, but have only to look upon Him present within us.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

To wish to act like angels while we are still in this world is nothing but folly.