Whenever conscience commands anything, there is only one thing to fear, and that is fear.

Holy church-that mother who is also a queen because she is a king's bride.

That is how His Majesty [the Lord] rewards our good works---I mean, by predisposing us to perform better ones.

What peace can we hope to find elsewhere if we have none within us

Let us live in such a way as not to be afraid to die.

In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.

How is it that we do not die of love in seeing that God Himself could do no more than shed His divine blood for us drop by drop? When as man He was preparing for death, He made Himself our food in order to give us life. God becomes food, bread for his creatures. Is this not enough to make us die of love?