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Fortunately, while being Martha one can remain like Mary Magdalene always near the Master, contemplating Him with a wholly loving look.

What is the Cross but heaven when Jesus Christ is on it?

My love discovers the charms
Of Your Face adorned with tears.
I smile through my own tears
When I contemplate Your sorrows...
Your beauty, which You know how to veil,
Discloses for me all its mystery...
Leave in me the Divine impress
Of Your Features...

Jesus is mysterious. When we approach Him, usually He remains silent. In this silence, what is His attitude towards us? He tells us in the parable of the Good Shepherd: He sees us with His love, He knows us, and even if He remains silent, He knows exactly what we are, what we think, what we love and what we do.

The soul cannot reach these hidden treasures unless it first passes through the thicket of interior and exterior sufferings. For even such knowledge of the mysteries of Christ as is possible in this life cannot be had without great suffering, and without many intellectual and moral gifts, and previous spiritual exercises. All these though are far inferior to the knowledge of the mysteries of Christ, and are merely a preparation for it.

Always love prayer, and when I say prayer, I don't mean so much imposing on yourself a lot of vocal prayers to be recited every day, as much as that elevation of the soul towards God through all things that establishes us in a kind of continual communion with the Holy Trinity by quite simply doing everything in Their presence.

I keep myself indifferent to the will of God. As I'm only seeking and keeping Him contented, what does anything else matter?

The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.

Stay with me, Jesus, my delight, Your presence near makes all things right.

When I see souls very earnest in trying to understand the prayer they have and very sullen when they are in it- for it seems they don't dare let their minds move or stir lest a bit of their spiritualdelight and devotion be lost- it makes me realize how little they understand of the way by which union is attained.

The nothingness of me is strangely loved:
Sustaining ever
The all of love, my need is strangely here:
Departing never.

God is ready to pardon a sinner who humbles himself. He looks with more love on a soul who returns to Him in Humility, than on a faithful soul who finds pleasure in its virtues.