I fully realize that this gratitude of mine is not in the least a sign of perfection: it must be my nature - I could be suborned with a sardine.

If this is the way You treat Your friends, no wonder You have so few!

Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.

I only wish I could write with both hands, so as not to forget one thing while I am saying another.

[Last words:] My Lord, it is time to move on. Well then, may your will be done. O my Lord and my Spouse, the hour that I have longed for has come. It is time to meet one another.

He who has God finds he is lacking nothing.

I have always had this failing - that I cannot explain myself, as I have said, except at the cost of many words.