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

Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.

A soul which gives itself to prayer, either much or little, should on no account be kept within narrow bounds.

Whoever has not begun the practice of prayer, I beg for the love of the Lord not to go without so great a good. There is nothing here to fear but only something to desire.

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.

It is certain that the love of God does not consist in this sweetness and tenderness which we for the most part desire; but rather in serving Him in justice, fortitude, and humility. His Majesty seeks and loves courageous souls.

A slight failing in one virtue is enough to put all the others to sleep.