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.

There was the torture of sermons, and that not a slight one, for I was very fond of them.

How often I failed in my duty to God, because I was not leaning on the strong pillar of prayer.

God is even kinder than you think.

Christ does not force our will, He only takes what we give Him. But He does not give Himself entirely until He sees that we yield ourselves entirely to Him.

The hour I have long wished for is now come.

So dearly does His Majesty love us that He will reward our love for our neighbor by increasing the love which we bear to Himself, and that in a thousand ways.