“Live in the world as if only God and your soul were in it; then your heart will never be made captive by any earthly thing.”

Obedience is a penance of reason, and, on that account, a sacrifice more acceptable than all corporal penances and mortifications.

Let my soul live as if separated from my body.

Yearning: It needs to hurt in order to be worthy of the word. Otherwise it is just wanting.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

To love is to be transformed into what we love. To love God is therefore to be transformed into God.

Never listen to accounts of the frailty of others; and if anyone should complain to you of another, humbly ask him not to speak about him at all.

Faith is the union of God and the soul.

Seek in reading and thou shalt find in meditation; knock in prayer and it shall be opened in contemplation.

To reach satisfaction in all desire its possession in nothing, To come to the knowledge of all desire the knowledge of nothing. To come to possess all desire the possession of nothing. To arrive at being all desire to be nothing.

If you lose an opportunity you will be like one who lets the bird fly away; you will never get it back.

They say, “God told me”, or “God replied to me”. And yet most of the time they are talking to themselves.

Never relax, for you will not attain to the possession of true spiritual delights if first you do not learn to deny your every desire.

The road is narrow. He who wishes to travel it more easily must cast off all things and use the cross as his cane. In other words, he must be truly resolved to suffer willingly for the love of God in all things.

Lord, I shall see you no more with the eyes of the flesh.

He who interrupts the course of his spiritual exercises and prayer is like a man who allows a bird to escape from his hand; he can hardly catch it again.

The soul that walks in love neither tires others nor grows tired.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

We aren’t just thrown on this earth like dice tossed across a table. We are lovingly placed here for a purpose

We are all connected; to each other, biologically. To the Earth, chemically. And to the rest of the universe, atomically.

A power to dispose of estates for ever is manifestly absurd. The earth and the fulness of it belongs to every generation, and the preceding one can have no right to bind it up from posterity. Such extension of property is quite unnatural.

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.

Stand up straight and face the world; love its best, accept its worst.

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.