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.

Do not think you have gained a virtue unless you have first been tried by its opposite.

How is it that we do not die of love in seeing that God Himself could do no more than shed His divine blood for us drop by drop? When as man He was preparing for death, He made Himself our food in order to give us life. God becomes food, bread for his creatures. Is this not enough to make us die of love?

Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.

How friendly we should all be with one another if nobody were interested in money and honor.

Patience obtains everything.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.