“The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.”

Never do anything which you could not do in the sight of all.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in; it enters in different places but it all becomes one.

God is even kinder than you think.

Every part of the journey is of importance to the whole.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

God deliver me from people who are so spiritual that they want to turn everything into perfect contemplation, come what may.

True perfection consists in the love of God and our neighbour, and the better we keep both these commandments, the more perfect we shall be.

Men of sense in all ages abhor those customs which treat us only as the vassals of your sex.

The requirements of health, and the style of female attire which custom enjoins, are in direct antagonism to each other.

Modularize, don’t customize. Build a platform as opposed to building all of the custom technology and custom vertical experiences.

We’re going from a world of customized software to standardized platforms.

As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.

Accustom yourself to master and overcome things of difficulty; for if you observe, the left hand for want of practice is insignificant, and not adapted to general business; yet it holds the bridle better than the right, from constant use.

Custom adapts itself to expediency.

I resolved to claim for my sex all that an impartial Creator had bestowed, which, by custom and a perverted application of the Scriptures, had been wrested from woman.