A dancer differeth from a madman only in length of time; one is mad so long as he liveth, the other while he danceth.

Let us thank God for having called us to His holy faith. It is a great gift, and the number of those who thank God for it is small.

How beautiful she is, Our Lady of compassion! How dear! How utterly unselfish! How filled with joy for Him - and us - in the depths of her own agony and desolation!

No, he can never be lost who recommends himself to thee, O Mary.

A dancer differeth from a madman only in length of time; one is mad so long as he liveth, the other while he danceth.

Do not allow your daughters to be taught letters by a man, though he be a St. Paul or St. Francis of Assissium. The saints are in Heaven.

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