Go home and say to yourself, ‘I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!

Some of His children must go into the furnace to testify that the Son of God is there with them.

O happy life! life hid with Christ in God! So making me At home and by the wayside and abroad, Alone with Thee.

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

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.

The thorny path bears some of the sweetest flowers that adorn life. And when with naked, bleeding feet we walk upon a flinty soil, we often find diamonds.

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