All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.

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.

The saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.

A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

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

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.