Love Makes Labour Light. Love Alone Gives

A Slight Failing In One Virtue Is Enough To Put All The Others To Sleep.

There Was The Torture Of Sermons, And That Not A Slight One, For I Was Very Fond Of Them.

A Beginner Must Look On Himself As One Setting Out To Make A Garden For His Lord's Pleasure, On Most Unfruitful Soil Which Abounds In Weeds. His Majesty Roots Up The Weeds And Will Put In Good Plants Instead. Let Us Reckon That This Is Already Done When The Soul Decides To Practice Prayer And Has Begun To Do So.

How Poor Is The Wisdom Of Men, And How Uncertain Their Forecast!

How Is It That We Do Not Die Of Love In Seeing That God Himself Could Do No More Than Shed His Divine Blood For Us Drop By Drop? When As Man He Was Preparing For Death, He Made Himself Our Food In Order To Give Us Life. God Becomes Food, Bread For His Creatures. Is This Not Enough To Make Us Die Of Love?