Look upon yourself as a tree planted beside the water, which bears its fruit in due season; the more it is shaken by the wind, the deeper it strikes its roots into the ground.

The heaviest of my crosses was that I could do nothing to lighten the cross my mother was suffering.

All for the Eucharist; nothing for me

The cross is a precious treasure to be kept secret, lest we be robbed of it.

Look upon yourself as a tree planted beside the water, which bears its fruit in due season; the more it is shaken by the wind, the deeper it strikes its roots into the ground.

O my Saviour, who am I, that Thou shouldst have so long awaited my repentance!

Since God wishes it - there is nothing to be done. . . Why should you thus torment yourself? Get rid of whatever He shows you to be an obstacle to His love, for His only desire is that you should live stripped of all that is not Himself.