O My God, What Must A Soul Be Like When It Is In This State! It Longs To Be All One Tongue With Which To Praise The Lord. It Utters A Thousand Pious Follies, In A Continuous Endeavor To Please Him Who Thus Possesses It.
If God Should Desire To Raise Us To The Position Of One Who Is An Intimate And Shares His Secrets, We Ought To Accept This Gladly.
Whoever Has Not Begun The Practice Of Prayer, I Beg For The Love Of The Lord Not To Go Without So Great A Good. There Is Nothing Here To Fear But Only Something To Desire.
I Am More Afraid Of Those Who Are Terrified Of The Devil Than I Am Of The Devil Himself.
I Don't Know What Heavy Penance I Would Not Have Gladly Undertaken Rather Than Practice Prayer.
I Do Not Fear Satan Half So Much As I Fear Those Who Fear Him.
Pain Is Never Permanent.
It Is Here, My Daughters, That Love Is To Be Found - Not Hidden Away In Corners But In The Midst Of Occasions Of Sin. And Believe Me, Although We May More Often Fail And Commit Small Lapses, Our Gain Will Be Incomparably The Greater.
Our Body Has This Defect That, The More It Is Provided Care And Comforts, The More Needs And Desires It Finds.