It is of great importance, when we begin to practise prayer, not to let ourselves be frightened by our own thoughts.

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.

From heaven even the most miserable life will look like one bad night at an inconvenient hotel.

After you die, you wear what you are.

To argue over who is the more noble is nothing more than to dispute whether dirt is better for making bricks or for making mortar.

I thought of the soul as resembling a castle, formed of a single diamond or a very transparent crystal, and containing many rooms, just as in Heaven there are many mansions.

The devil put before me that I could not endure the trials of the religious life, because of my delicate nurture. I defended myself against him by alleging the trials which Christ endured, and that it was not much for me to suffer something for His sake; besides, He would help me to bear it.