Mary is the Mysterious Book of Predestination to glory.

Mary is the Mysterious Book of Predestination to glory.

We must pray without tiring, for the salvation of mankind does not depend upon material success . . . but on Jesus alone.

Did a Magdalene, a Paul, a Constantine, an Augustine become mountains of ice after their conversion? Quite the contrary. We should never have had these prodigies of conversion and marvelous holiness if they had not changed the flames of human passion into volcanoes of immense love of God.

In other countries they speak of nobility and courtesy, in London they practise it.

They who pray with faith have fervour and fervour is the fire of prayer. This mysterious fire has the power of consuming all our faults and imperfections, and of giving to our actions, vitality, beauty and merit.

I travel, work, suffer my weak health, meet with a thousand difficulties, but all these are nothing, for this world is so small. To me, space is an imperceptible object, as I am accustomed to dwell in eternity.