It is no small misfortune and disgrace that, through our own fault, we neither understand our nature nor our origin.

God prefers your health, and your obedience, to your penance.

Dream that the more you struggle, the more you prove the love that you bear your God, and the more you will rejoice one day with your Beloved, in a happiness and rapture that can never end.

Ah, how true it is that we love ourselves too much and proceed with too much human prudence, that we may not lose an atom of our consideration! Oh, what a great mistake that is! The Saints did not act thus.

What value is there in faith without works? And what are they worth if they are not united to the merits of Jesus Christ, our only good?

This body of ours has one fault: the more you indulge it, the more things it discovers to be essential to it. It is extraordinary how it likes being indulged.

It is not a matter of thinking a great deal but of loving a great deal, so do whatever arouses you most to love.