The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.

The same know contentment, for beauty is their lover, and beauty is never absent from this world.

In order to profit from this path [of prayer] and ascend to the dwelling places we desire, the important thing is not to think much but to love much; and so, do that which best stirs you to love.

I fully realize that this gratitude of mine is not in the least a sign of perfection: it must be my nature - I could be suborned with a sardine.

It will be as well, I think, to explain these locutions of God, and to describe what the soul feels when it receives them.

There was the torture of sermons, and that not a slight one, for I was very fond of them.

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.