The longer I live the more conscious I am of human frailty, and of the constant, overwhelming need we all have of God’s grace.

The best convent for a woman is the seclusion of her own home. There she may find her vocation and fight her battles, and there she may learn the reality and the earnestness of life.

We must be wise taskmasters and not require of ourselves what we cannot possibly perform. Recreation we must have. Otherwise, the strings of our soul, wound up to an unnatural tension, will break.

The question is not whether you ever gave yourself to God, but whether you are His now.

If the loss of your fortune gains Christ for you, it will be a beautiful loss.

It sweetens every bit of work to think that I am doing it in humble, far-off, yet real imitation of Jesus.

Bring into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ. Take what I cannot give: my heart, body, thoughts, time, abilities, money, health, strength, nights, days, youth, age, and spend them in Thy service, 0 my crucified Master, Redeemer, God. Oh, let not these be mere words! Whom have I in heaven but Thee and there is none upon earth that I desire in comparison of Thee. My heart is athirst for God.