Alas! You complain that your soul is out of tune. Then ask the Master to tune the heart-strings.

You start out giving your hat, then you give your coat, then your shirt, then your skin and finally your soul.

In spiritual things, it is God who performs all things for you. Rest in Him, then.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

Cast away your sloth, your lethargy, your coldness, or whatever interferes with your chaste and pure love for Christ, your soul's husband. Make Him the source, the center, and the circumference of all your soul's range of delight.

We do not wish to enter Heaven until our work is done, for it would make us uneasy if there were one single soul left to be saved by our means.