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.'

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

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

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

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.'

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.