[On her father:] ... in losing him I lost my greatest blessing and comfort, for he was always that to me.

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.

[On her father:] ... in losing him I lost my greatest blessing and comfort, for he was always that to me.

All the troubles of the Church, all the evils in the world, flow from this source: that men do not by clear and sound knowledge and serious consideration penetrate into the truths of Sacred Scripture.

Oh, my Lord! How true it is that whoever works for you is paid in troubles! And what a precious price to those who love you if we understand its value.

I am really much more afraid of those people who have so great a fear of the devil, than I am of the devil himself.

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.