Beloved, all that is harsh and difficult I want for myself, and all that is gentle and sweet for thee

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

He who interrupts the course of his spiritual exercises and prayer is like a man who allows a bird to escape from his hand; he can hardly catch it again.

To saints, their very slumber is a prayer.

If a man wishes to be sure of the road he treads on, he must close his eyes and walk in the dark.