“An ‘I’ without a body is a possibility. But a body without an ‘I’ is utterly impossible.”

One cannot desire freedom from the Cross when one is especially chosen for the Cross.

My longing for truth was a single prayer.

As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbor’s soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.

Who can sleep on the night that God became man?

The deeper one is drawn into God, the more one must ‘go out of oneself’; that is, one must go to the world in order to carry the divine life into it.

Those who join the Carmelite Order are not lost to their near and dear ones, but have been won for them, because it is our vocation to intercede to God for everyone.

The motive, principle, and end of the religious life is to make an absolute gift of self to God in a self-forgetting love, to end one’s own life in order to make room for God’s life.

Usually one gets a heavier cross when one attempts to get rid of an old one.

Just take everything exactly as it is, put it in God’s hands and leave it with Him.

Everywhere the need exists for maternal sympathy and help.

Each woman who lives in the light of eternity can fulfill her vocation, no matter if it is in marriage, in a religious order, or in a worldly profession.

Do not accept anything as love which lacks truth.

Woman naturally seeks to embrace that which is living, personal, and whole. To cherish, guard, protect, nourish and advance growth is her natural, maternal yearning.

The woman’s soul is fashioned as a shelter in which other souls may unfold.

Energy apparently increases with the amount of work to be done. When nothing of burning urgency is waiting, it decreases much sooner. Heaven seems to understand such economy.

The Bread that we need each day to grow in eternal life, makes of our will a docile instrument of the Divine Will; sets the Kingdom of God within us; gives us pure lips, and a pure heart with which to glorify his holy name.

Her delicate breasts shake his enormous apparatus in elaborate worship.

Air you breathe is bad for your lungs so you’ve got to careful and don’t overdue any bad air. Too much pot, too much anything is not good. Your lung is a piece of flesh, a piece of bone. You can injure it.

If we have power, we’ll never give it up again unless we’re carried out of our offices as corpses.

She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

In the cold I centre myself and my breathing to transfer all my heat into the centre of my body.

I’m able to control the body through just the power of the mind.