Lord, how Thou dost afflict Thy lovers!

Seldom or never is a poor man honored by the world; however worthy of honor he may be, he is apt rather to be despised by it.

It is a dangerous thing to be satisfied with ourselves.

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

We may speak of love and humility as the true flowers of spiritual growth; and they give off a wonderful scent, which benefits all those who come near.

As God's beloved, I live in the bliss knowing that my soul is never separated from Him, for I learn to know Her in all that I see. God dissolved my mind-my separation. I cannot describe now my intimacy with Him.

There seem to me a great many blessings which come from true poverty and I should be sorry to be deprived of them.