That prayer has great power which a person makes with all his might. It makes a sour heart sweet, a sad heart merry, a poor heart rich, a foolish heart wise, a timid heart brave, a sick heart well, a blind heart full of sight, a cold heart ardent. It draws down the great God into the little heart; it drives the hungry soul up into the fullness of God; it brings together two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place where they speak much of love.

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.

A fish cannot drown in water,_x000D_ A bird does not fall in air._x000D_ In the fire of creation,_x000D_ God doesn't vanish:_x000D_ The fire brightens._x000D_ Each creature God made_x000D_ must live in its own true nature;_x000D_ How could I resist my nature,_x000D_ That lives for oneness with God?

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.