For, as I said a little way back, perfect souls are in no way repelled by trials, but rather desire them and pray for them and love them. They are like soldiers: the more wars there are, the better they are pleased, because they hope to emerge from them with the greater riches.

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

It is only mercenaries who expect to be paid by the day.

Love draws forth love.

Our soul can find in the Blessed Sacrament all the joys and consolations it desires.

Prayer is a friendly conversation with the One we know loves us.

God, deliver me from sullen saints.