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.

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

On the Way of the Cross, you see, my children, only the first step is painful. Our greatest cross is the fear of crosses. . . We have not the courage to carry our cross, and we are very much mistaken; for, whatever we do, the cross holds us tight - we cannot escape from it. What, then, have we to lose? Why not love our crosses, and make use of them to take us to heaven?

If you invoke the Blessed Virgin when you are tempted, she will come at once to your help, and Satan will leave you.

If only we could see the joy of our guardian angel when he sees us fighting our temptations!

Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.

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