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Beg our Lord to grant you perfect love of neighbor and leave the rest to Him.

We must have no confidence whatever our own strength, but trust in His mercy and until we do this all is weakness.

Let's stay very close to Him.  Let's bring Him all our miseries of body and soul, just as the sick once came to Him throughout all Judea.

The more God gives the more He makes us desire, until we are empty and He is able to fill us with good things.

Let us avoid all display; let us love our lowliness; let us be affected by nothing. Then we shall be poor in spirit and Jesus will come to seek us.

The more this kind of love grows the more our love of God grows with it; and the deeper our love for Him the more we shall love our neighbor for the principle of both is the same.

Oh, then, spiritual soul, when you see your appetites darkened, your inclinations dry and constrained, your faculties incapacitated for any interior exercise, do not be afflicted; think of this as a grace, since God is freeing you from yourself and taking from you your own activity.

He will not show Himself openly or reveal His glories or bestow His treasures, save on souls who prove that they ardently desire Him, for these are His real friends.

If the sun's rays strike a window, but the window is stained and dirty, the sun cannot shine through in the same way it would have done if the window were clean and spotless. All depends, not on the sun, but on the window...The soul resembles this window.

I wonder how a soul that has sounded the depths of love the Heart of God has "for it" can be anything but joyful.

The soul does no more than represent its miseries and pain to the Beloved, for he who loves wisely does not wish to ask for what he desires. He is satisfied at hinting at his necessities so that the Beloved may do what seems best to Him.

O Jesus, Who in Thy cruel Passion didst become the "Reproach of men and the Man of Sorrows," I worship Thy Divine Face. Once it shone with the beauty and sweetness of the Divinity: now for my sake it is become as the face of a leper. Yet in that disfigured Countenance I recognize Thy infinite Love, and I am consumed with the desire of loving Thee and of making Thee loved by all mankind.