O King of glory, though you hide your beauty, yet the eye of my soul rends the veil. I see the angelic choirs giving you honor without cease.
How can one be pleasing to God when one is inflated with pride and self-love under the pretense of striving for Gods glory, while in fact one is seeking ones own glory?
Entrust everything to Me and do nothing on your own, and you will always have great freedom of spirit.
I saw the abyss of my misery; whatever there is of good in me is Yours, O Lord. But because I am so small and wretched, I have a right to count on Your boundless mercy.
Suffering is the greatest treasure on earth; it purifies the soul. In suffering, we learn who our true friend is.
Help me, O Lord, that my hands may be merciful and filled with good deeds, so that I may do only good to my neighbors.
If the angels were capable of envy, they would envy us for two things: one is the receiving of Holy Communion, and the other is suffering.
I demand from you deeds of mercy which are to arise out of love for me. You are to show mercy to your neighbors always and everywhere. You must not shrink from this or try to excuse yourself from it.
My likeness to Jesus must be through suffering and humility.