My God, Sweetness beyond words, make bitter all the carnal comfort that draws me from love of the eternal and lures me to its evil self by the sight of some delightful good in the present. Let it not overcome me, my God. Let not flesh and blood conquer me. Let not the world and its brief glory deceive me, nor the devil trip me by his craftiness. Give me courage to resist, patience to endure, and constancy to persevere. Give me the soothing unction of Your spirit rather than all the consolations of the world, and in place of carnal love, infuse into me the love of Your name.

The Lord has many lovers of His crown but few lovers of His Cross.

Dispose thyself to patience rather than to comfort, and to the bearing of the cross rather than to gladness.

He that seeks here any other thing but simply God and the salvation of his soul, will find nothing but trouble and sorrow.

The enemy is more easily overcome if he be not suffered to enter the door of our hearts, but be resisted without the gate at his first knock.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

If you bear the cross gladly, it will bear you.