Prayer is naught else but a yearning of soul ... it draws down the great God into the little heart it drives the hungry soul up to the plenitude of God it brings together these two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place where they speak much of love.

The soul is made of love and must ever strive to return to love. Therefore, it can never find rest nor happiness in other things. It must lose itself in love. By its very nature it must seek God, who is love.

A Light of utmost splendor glows on the eyes of my soul. Therein have I seen the inexpressible ordering of all things, and recognized God's unspeakable glory -- that incomprehensible wonder -- the tender caress between God and the soul...the unmingled joy of union, the living love of eternity as it now is and evermore shall be.

I was created in love. For that reason nothing can express my beauty nor liberate me except love alone.

Those who would know much, and love little, will ever remain at but the beginning of a godly life.

A fish cannot drown in water, A bird does not fall in air. In the fire of creation, God doesn't vanish: The fire brightens. Each creature God made must live in its own true nature How could I resist my nature, That lives for oneness with God?

From suffering I have learned this: that whoever is sore wounded by love will never be made whole unless she embraces the very same love which wounded her.

How should one live? Live Welcoming to all.

The day of my spiritual awakening was the day I saw and knew I saw all things in God and God in all things.

Lord, you are my lover, my longing, my flowing stream, my sun, and I am your reflection.

God, give me by Your grace what You give to dogs by nature.