“He shall appear suddenly and blissfully to all that love Him.”

As truly as God is our Father, so truly God is our Mother.

Lord Jesus, I have heard you say: ‘Sin is necessary but all will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing will be well’.

The Enemy is overcome by the blessed Passion and Death of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Peace and love are ever in us, being and working; but we be not alway in peace and in love.

But Jesus, who in this Vision informed me of all that is necessary for me, answered and said: It was necessary that there should be sin; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

The goodness of God is the highest object of prayer and it reaches down to our lowest need.

Everything has being through the love of God.

Our Lord God shewed that a deed shall be done, and Himself shall do it, and I shall do nothing but sin, and my sin shall not hinder His Goodness working.

Until I am essentially united with God, I can never have full rest or real happiness.

The fullness of Joy is to behold God in everything.

That love of God is hard and marvelous. It cannot and will not be broken because of our sins.

God willeth that we endlessly hate the sin and endlessly love the soul, as God loveth it.

God loved us before he made us; and his love has never diminished and never shall.

But for I am a woman should I therefore live that I should not tell you the goodness of God?

God, of thy goodness, give me Thyself; for Thou art enough for me, and I can ask for nothing less that can be full honor to Thee. And if I ask anything that is less, ever Shall I be in want, for only in Thee have I all.

Between God and the soul there is no between.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

I’m not trying to be Mr. Universe, but I want to stay in shape.

It is not enough that your designs, nay that your actions, are intrinsically good, you must take care they shall appear so.

Most opportunities are disguised as problems.

And I’ve been hurt hurt bad. I might be just twenty-six, but I’m an old woman in disguise twenty-six goin’on sixty-five.

Things aren’t always as they seem – Jesus had to die to rise from the grave.

I’m a big woman. I need big hair.

I usually go to sleep with wet hair. When I wake up, it either has a really pretty wave, or I look like a poodle.