If God should desire to raise us to the position of one who is an intimate and shares his secrets, we ought to accept this gladly.

Discontent with this world gives such a painful longing to quit it that, if the heart finds comfort, it is solely from the thought that God wishes it to remain here in banishment.

Christ has no body now on earth but yours, no hands, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes with which Christ looks out his compassion to the world. Yours are the feet with which he is to go about doing good. Yours are the hands with which he is to bless us now.

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.

We are always in the presence of God, yet it seems to me that those who pray are in His presence in a very different sense.

After you die, you wear what you are.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.