Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.

Life passes. Eternity comes to meet us with great strides. Soon we shall be living with the very life of Jesus. Having drunk deep at the source of all bitterness, we shall be deified in the very source of all joys, of all delights.

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.

The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

I prefer to be accused unjustly, for then I have nothing to reproach myself with, and joyfully offer this to the good Lord. Then I humble myself at the thought that I am indeed capable of doing the thing of which I have been accused.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.