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

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

How friendly we should all be with one another if nobody were interested in money and honor.

Love makes labour light. Love alone gives value to all things.

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.

A slight failing in one virtue is enough to put all the others to sleep.

How is it that we do not die of love in seeing that God Himself could do no more than shed His divine blood for us drop by drop? When as man He was preparing for death, He made Himself our food in order to give us life. God becomes food, bread for his creatures. Is this not enough to make us die of love?