I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and his angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in h…

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, ete…

If you desire to discover peace and consolation for your soul and to serve God truly, do not find your satisfaction in what you have left behind, because in th…

Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

I used to pray that God would do this or that. Now I pray only that God will make his will known to me.