“Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.”

The life of the spirit is not our life, but the life of God within us.

Never affirm anything unless you are sure it is true.

What peace can we hope to find elsewhere if we have none within us.

Christ does not force our will, He only takes what we give Him. But He does not give Himself entirely until He sees that we yield ourselves entirely to Him.

Always think of yourself as everyone’s servant; look for Christ Our Lord in everyone and you will then have respect and reverence for them all.

Whoever has God lacks nothing. God alone suffices.

About the injunction of the Apostle Paul that women should keep silent in church? Don’t go by one text only.

Happy the heart where love has come to birth.

We need no wings to go in search of Him, but have only to look upon Him present within us.

Let there be no disappointment when obedience keeps you busy in outward tasks. If it sends you to the kitchen, remember that the Lord walks among the pots and pans.

Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life. . . . If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing.

To have courage for whatever comes in life – everything lies in that.

Prayer is a friendly conversation with the One we know loves us.

Oh, my Lord! How true it is that whoever works for you is paid in troubles! And what a precious price to those who love you if we understand its value.

We always find that those who walked closest to Christ were those who had to bear the greatest trials.

From silly devotions and from sour-faced saints, good Lord, deliver us.

Death is with you all the time; you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it’s not unfamiliar to you. It’s always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.

A bunch of miserable, angry people exploiting death.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.