Prayer is nothing else than being on terms of friendship with God.

What a great favor God does to those He places in the company of good people!

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.

Patient endurance attaineth to all things; who God possesseth in nothing is wanting; alone God sufficeth.

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.

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