From silly devotions and from sour-faced saints, good Lord, deliver us.

God never changes; Patient endurance Attains to all things; Who God possesses In nothing is wanting; Alone God suffices.

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.

It is a most certain truth, that the richer we see ourselves to be, confessing at the same time our poverty, the greater will be our progress, and the more real our humility.

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.

Let us live in such a way as not to be afraid to die.

With all this wide and beautiful creation before me, the restless soul longs to enjoy its liberty and rest beyond its bound.