Love overcomes, love delights, those who love the Sacred Heart rejoice.

Why must we suffer? Because here below pure Love cannot exist without suffering. O Jesus, Jesus, I no longer feel my cross when I think of yours.

I shall spend every moment loving. One who loves does not notice her trials; or perhaps more accurately, she is able to love them. I shall do everything for Heaven, my true home. There I shall find my Mother in all the splendor of her glory. I shall delight with her in the joy of Jesus himself in perfect safety.

O Jesus and Mary, let my entire consolation in this world be to love you and to suffer for sinners.

What will be the crown of those who, humble within and humiliated without, have imitated the humility of our Savior in all its fullness!

The Eucharist bathes the tormented soul in light and love. Then the soul appreciates these words, 'Come all you who are sick, I will restore your health.'

The Blessed Virgin used me like a broom, and then put me back in my place.