His Majesty [the Lord] . . . rewards great services with trials, and there can be no better reward, for out of trials springs love for God.

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

Let nothing disturb thee; Let nothing dismay thee; All things pass; God never changes. Patience attains All that it strives for.

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.

I thought of the soul as resembling a castle, formed of a single diamond or a very transparent crystal, and containing many rooms, just as in Heaven there are many mansions.

Pain is never permanent.

It constantly happens that the Lord permits a soul to fall so that it may grow humbler.