All for the Eucharist; nothing for me
The heaviest of my crosses was that I could do nothing to lighten the cross my mother was suffering.
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.
One just soul can attain pardon for a thousand sinners.
He will take good care to provide what is necessary for our sanctification, provided we are careful to accept everything according to His designs.