The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.

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.

Upon receiving Holy Communion, the Adorable Blood of Jesus Christ really flows in our veins and His Flesh is really blended with ours.

It is always springtime in the heart that loves God.

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

Only after the Last Judgment will Mary get any rest; from now until then, she is much too busy with her children.

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.