If you find it impossible to pray, hide behind your good Angel and charge him to pray in your stead.

Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there: If you set it on fire it makes a lot of little flames. But gather these straws into a bundle and light them, and you get a mighty fire, rising like a column into the sky; public prayer is like that.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

If you find it impossible to pray, hide behind your good Angel and charge him to pray in your stead.

To serve the Queen of Heaven is already to reign there, and to live under her commands is more than to govern.

God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.

Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.