Happy the heart where love has come to birth.

I made you, dear, and all I make is perfect. Please come close, for I desire you.

If God should desire to raise us to the position of one who is an intimate and shares his secrets, we ought to accept this gladly.

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.

I know the power obedience has of making things easy which seem impossible.

Oh, how everything that is suffered with love is healed again!

The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.