What friends or kindred can be so close and intimate as the powers of our soul, which, whether we will or no, must ever bear us company?

After you die, you wear what you are.

To argue over who is the more noble is nothing more than to dispute whether dirt is better for making bricks or for making mortar.

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

Praised be the Lord, who has redeemed me from myself.

A beginner must look on himself as one setting out to make a garden for his Lord's pleasure, on most unfruitful soil which abounds in weeds. His Majesty roots up the weeds and will put in good plants instead. Let us reckon that this is already done when the soul decides to practice prayer and has begun to do so.

One always goes on as one begins.