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When aglow with love, the soul ponders within itself God’s immensity, His faithfulness, the proofs of love He has shown us, His benefits to us ... the humble soul will never put God high enough nor itself low enough. But this is the wonderful thing: its powerlessness will be turned into wisdom, and the defeat of its humility — for never will it be sufficiently humble in its own eyes — will become the greatest source of sweetness in its life.

It is clear, then, that for the soul to come to unite itself perfectly with God through love and will, it must first be free from all desire of the will, howsoever slight. That is, that it must not intentionally and knowingly consent with the will to imperfections, and it must have power and liberty to be able not so to consent intentionally.

One does not die carrying the cross. And yet to pass completely through the night, the man of sin has to die. He can abandon himself to crucifixion, but he cannot crucify himself. That is why the operation has to be brought to completion by God himself.

Thus out of this night springs first the knowledge of oneself, and on that, as a foundation, is built up the knowledge of God.

Always believe in Love, despite every passing thing: If God seems to sleep in your heart, do not awaken Him, for that is another grace.

He that seeks here any other thing than purely God and the salvation of his soul, will find nothing but trouble and sorrow.

One cannot attain the end without adopting the means, and as Our Lord made me understand that it was by the Cross He would give me souls, the more crosses I met with the stronger grew my attraction to suffering.

If you put yourself completely into the hands of the Lord, you can trust that you are being guided safely. What you surrender to Him is never lost; it is preserved, purified, and elevated and balanced to the correct proportions.

Self-satisfied joy in one's own works is an injustice and a denial of God who initiates every single good work.  Souls like these make no progress in perfection.

I love You so much, my heart burns with love for You, that I cannot live calm and happy, while You, my Beloved Spouse, suffer.

Silence and solitude are brother and sister who hold hands and gently help each other.

We are like so many foolish peasant lads: we think we know something of Thee, yet it must be comparatively nothing, for there are profound secrets even in ourselves of which we know naught.