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.

The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.

As God's beloved, I live in the bliss knowing that my soul is never separated from Him, for I learn to know Her in all that I see. God dissolved my mind-my separation. I cannot describe now my intimacy with Him.

We are always in the presence of God, yet it seems to me that those who pray are in His presence in a very different sense.

How friendly we should all be with one another if nobody were interested in money and honor.

If God should desire to raise us to the position of one who is an intimate and shares his secrets, we ought to accept this gladly.

Trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.