Our Lord Himself, I saw alone in him, both in his and my part of this Venerable Sacrament. For, Oh, Amabilia! How awful those words of unloosing, after thirty years of bondage! I felt as if my chains fell, as those of Saint Peter at the touch of the divine messenger. My God, what new scenes for my soul!

When so rich a harvest is before us, why do we not gather it? All is in our hands if we will but use it.

The gate of heaven is very low; only the humble can enter it.

God is everywhere, in the very air I breathe, yes everywhere, but in His Sacrament of the Altar He is as present actually and really as my soul within my body; in His Sacrifice daily offered as really as once offered on the Cross

Faith lifts the soul, Hope supports it, Experience says it must and Love says...let it be!.

How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.

We must pray without ceasing, in every occurrence and employment of our lives - that prayer which is rather a habit of lifting up the heart to God as in a constant communication with Him.