Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.

Life is to life in such a way that we are not afraid to die.

How is it that there are not many who are led by sermons to forsake open sin? Do you know what I think? That is because preachers have too much worldly wisdom.

I only wish I could write with both hands, so as not to forget one thing while I am saying another.

Lord, how you afflict your lovers! But everything is small in comparison to what you give them afterwards.

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

As to the aridity you are suffering from, it seems to me our Lord is treating you like someone He considers strong: He wants to test you and see if you love Him as much at times of aridity as when He sends you consolations. I think this is a very great favor for God to show you.