Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

I don't know what heavy penance could have come to mind that frequently I would not have gladly undertaken rather than recollect myself in the practice of prayer.

Humility must always be doing its work like a bee making honey in the hive: without humility all will be lost.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

If this is the way You treat Your friends, no wonder You have so few!

Patient endurance / Attaineth to all things.

All blessings come to us through our Lord. He will teach us, for in beholding His life we find that He is the best example.