How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!

Oh, how I like those little mortifications that are seen by nobody, such as rising a quarter of an hour sooner, rising for a little while in the night to pray!

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

Envy, my children, follows pride; whoever is envious is proud. See, envy comes to us from Hell; the devils having sinned through pride, sinned also through envy, envying our glory, our happiness. Why do we envy the happiness and the goods of others? Because we are proud; we should like to be the sole possessors of talents, riches, of the esteem and love of all the world! We hate our equals, because they are our equals; our inferiors, from the fear that they may equal us; our superiors, because they are above us.

When we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.

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

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