It will be as well, I think, to explain these locutions of God, and to describe what the soul feels when it receives them.
Settle yourself in solitude, and you will come upon God in yourself.
To wish to act like angels while we are still in this world is nothing but folly.
After you die, you wear what you are.
Prayer is a friendly conversation with the One we know loves us.
Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.