Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Pain is never permanent.

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

When I took the habit, the Lord immediately showed me how He favours those who do violence to themselves in order to serve Him. No one saw what I endured... At the moment of my entrance into this new state I felt a joy so great that it has never failed me even to this day; and God converted the dryness of my soul into a very great tenderness.

I don't know what heavy penance I would not have gladly undertaken rather than practice prayer.

I am more afraid of those who are terrified of the devil than I am of the devil himself.

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.

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.

What friends or kindred can be so close and intimate as the powers of our soul, which, whether we will or no, must ever bear us company?