“Nay, what is worse, turning over corrupt and evil thoughts in mine heart, I thrust a dreadful offensiveness into His presence.”

From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.

If you would know whether you have made a good confession, ask yourself I you have resolved to abandon your sins.

Let us not imagine that we obscure the glory of the Son by the great praise we lavish on the Mother; for the more she is honored, the greater is the glory of her Son. There can be no doubt that whatever we say in praise of the Mother gives equal praise to the Son.

Love is alone sufficient by itself, it pleases by itself and for it’s own sake. It is itself a merit, and itself it’s own recompense. It seeks neither cause, nor consequences beyond itself. It is its own fruit, its own object and usefulness. I love because I love you, I love that I may love.

Prostrate, see Thy cross I grasp,And Thy pierced feet I clasp;Gracious Jesus, spurn me not;On me, with compassion fraught.

I have no other masters than the beeches and the oaks.

Let Thy glances fall.Thy cross of agony,My Beloved, look on me;Turn me wholly unto Thee;”Be thou whole,” say openly:”I forgive thee all.

It is no great thing to be humble when you are brought low; but to be humble when you are praised is a great and rare attainment.

It is a fault, not a virtue, to wish your humility recognized and applauded.

Believe one who has tried, you shall find a fuller satisfaction in the woods than in the books. The trees and the rocks will teach you that which you cannot hear from the masters.

Vines and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.

Inordinate love for the flesh is cruelty, because under the appearance of pleasing the body, we kill the soul.

Learn first to love yourself, and then you can love me.

God will become visible as God’s image is reborn in you.

Love me, love my dog.

For I have learnt for a fact that nothing so effectively obtains, retains and regains grace, as that we should always be found not high-minded before God, but filled with holy fear.

The root of the evil is not the construction of new, more dreadful weapons. It is the spirit of conquest.

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.

Why is it that traveling Americans are always so dreadful?

As if some dreadful fate would overcome us if we were to face the pure light of truth and lay bare our fearful clinging to illusion.