“Let us remember that within us there is a palace of immense magnificence.”

It is love alone that gives worth to all things.

All things pass; Patience attains all it strives for.

In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.

How poor is the wisdom of men, and how uncertain their forecast!

It is impossible for human tongue to exaggerate the riches which a vision from God brings to the soul: it even bestows health and refreshment on the body.

To reach something good it is very useful to have gone astray, and thus acquire experience.

Consider seriously how quickly people change, and how little trust is to be had in them; and hold fast to God, Who does not change.

In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.

From moment to moment one can bear much.

May I not come before You with empty hands, since we are rewarded according to our deeds.

When we accept what happens to us and make the best of it, we are praising God.

Love draws forth love.

Prayer is an act of love. Words are not needed.

Desire to see God, be fearful of losing Him, and find joy in everything that can lead to Him. If you act in this way, you will always live in great peace.

Pain is never permanent.

It is the nature of love to work in a thousand different ways.

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

Listen to me girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with a battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, queens cover before no man.

Ignorance is a fools castle.

A little happy house is the strongest castle in this whole universe!

She built her castle at rock bottom.

Writing anything, it sorta starts the way you’d build a castle at the beach. You’re just taking your hands and you’re mounting up sand.

Writers build castles in the air, the reader lives inside, and the publisher inns the rent.