"The flowers have appeared in our land: the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land." When the soul, like the solitary turtle-dove, retires and recollects itself in meditation to converse with God, then the flowers, that is, good desires, appear; then comes the time of pruning, that is, the correction of faults that are discovered in mental prayer.

Perfect love of God means the complete union of our will with God's.

God is displeased at the diffidence of souls who love Him sincerely and whom He Himself loves.

My Jesus! What a lovable contrivance this holy Sacrament was - that You would hide under the appearance of bread to make Yourself loved and to be available for a visit by anyone who desires You!

He who trusts himself is lost. He who trusts in God can do all things.

There is no one, however wicked, whom Mary does not save by her intercession when she wishes ... He who has recourse to Mary shall be saved.

Such is the compassion, such the love which Mary bears us, that she is never tired of praying for us.