The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.

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.

The man of impure speech is a person whose lips are but an opening and a supply pipe which hell uses to vomit its impurities upon the earth.

On this path, it is only the first step that counts.

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.

My little children, your hearts, are small, but prayer stretches them and makes them capable of loving God. Through prayer we receive a foretaste of heaven and something of paradise comes down upon us. Prayer never leaves us without sweetness. It is honey that flows into the souls and makes all things sweet. When we pray properly, sorrows disappear like snow before the sun.