The Greater Our Dread Of Crosses, The

God Felt, God Tasted And Enjoyed Is Indeed God, But God With Those Gifts Which Flatter The Soul, God In Darkness, In Privation, In Forsakenness, In Sensibility, Is So Much God, That He Is So To Speak God Bare And Alone. Shall We Fear This Death, Which Is To Produce In Us The True Divine Life Of Grace?

Oh! How Seldom The Soul Is Silent, In Order That God May Speak.

To Be Faithful In Prayer It Is Indispensable That We Arrange All The Activities Of The Day With A Regularity That Nothing Can Disturb

The Smallest Things Become Great When God Requires Them Of Us; They Are Small Only In Themselves; They Are Always Great When They Are Done For God.

There Is No More Dangerous Illusion Than The Fancies By Which People Try To Avoid Illusion.