What a miserable life is this! There is no happiness that is secure and nothing that does not change.

Pain is never permanent.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

So dearly does His Majesty love us that He will reward our love for our neighbor by increasing the love which we bear to Himself, and that in a thousand ways.

God is even kinder than you think.

The true penance comes when God takes away the soul's health and strength for doing penance. Even though I have mentioned elsewhere the great pain this lack causes, the pain is much more intense here. All these things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.

How is it, Lord, that we are cowards in everything save in opposing thee?