We are not converted only once in our lives but many times and this endless series of conversions and inner revolutions leads to our transformation.

For the sinful self is not my real self, it is not the self YOU have wanted for me, only the self that I have wanted : And I no longer want this false self. But now, Father, I come to You in your own Son's self ... and it is He Who Presents me to You.

Every one of us is shadowed by an illusory person: a false Self. We are not very good at recognizing illusions, least of all the ones we cherish about ourselves.

There is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.

Charity is without fear: having given all that it has, it has nothing left to lose.

One of the strange laws of the contemplative life is that in it you do not sit down and solve problems: you bear with them until they somehow solve themselves. Or until life solves them for you.

For the ones who are called saints by human opinion on earth may very well be devils, and their light may very well be darkness