What a great favor God does to those He places in the company of good people!

Prayer is nothing else than being on terms of friendship with God.

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.

Patient endurance attaineth to all things; who God possesseth in nothing is wanting; alone God sufficeth.

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.

What friends or kindred can be so close and intimate as the powers of our soul, which, whether we will or no, must ever bear us company?