"My burden is light," said the blessed Redeemer, a light burden indeed, which carries him that bears it. I have looked through all nature for a resemblance of this, and seem to find a shadow of it in the wings of a bird, which are indeed borne by the creature, and yet support her flight towards heaven.

Take, Lord, and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, and my entire will, all I have and call my own. You have given all to me. To you, Lord, I return it. Everything is yours; do with it what you will. Give me only your love and your grace, that is enough for me.

Just as the sun shines on all the trees and flowers as if each were the only one on earth, so does God care for all souls in a special manner.

It is wrong to pass one's time in fretting, instead of sleeping on the Heart of Jesus.

The truth is, we pamper little griefs into great ones, and bear great ones as well as we can.

The second noble truth says that this resistance is the...mechanism of what we call ego, that resisting life causes suffering.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

Too many Christians are living in a house of fear and not in the house of love.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

Our barriers to love are rarely consciously chosen. They are our efforts to protect the places where the heart is bruised.

I put the car in Park and kill the ignition. When I do so, I feel the tidal-wave rush, as I knew I would—the shakes, the post-adrenaline, post-traumatic physical reaction.

I don't think Jesus is any more laissez-faire today than he was when he walked this earth in human flesh.