Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

I have often thought with wonder of the great goodness of God; and my soul has rejoiced in the contemplation of His great magnificence and mercy. May He be blessed for ever! For I see clearly that He has not omitted to reward me, even in this life, for every one of my good desires.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.

With all this wide and beautiful creation before me, the restless soul longs to enjoy its liberty and rest beyond its bound.

The true penance comes when God takes away the soul's health and strength for doing penance. Even though I have mentioned elsewhere the great pain this lack causes, the pain is much more intense here. All these things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.

Holy church-that mother who is also a queen because she is a king's bride.