We always find that those who walked closest to Christ were those who had to bear the greatest trials.

Happy the heart where love has come to birth.

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.

Our body has this defect that, the more it is provided care and comforts, the more needs and desires it finds.

What a miserable life is this! There is no happiness that is secure and nothing that does not change.

It is a dangerous thing to be satisfied with ourselves.

There is no affliction, trial, or labor difficult to endure, when we consider the torments and sufferings which Our Lord Jesus Christ endured for us.