Lord, How Thou Dost Afflict Thy Lovers!

I Made You, Dear, And All I Make Is Perfect. Please Come Close, For I Desire You.

Life Is A Night Spent In An Uncomfortable Inn.

The Closer One Approaches To God, The Simpler One Becomes.

It Is A Dangerous Thing To Be Satisfied With Ourselves.

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.