I know well that the greater and more beautiful the work is, the more terrible will be the storms that rage against it.

I saw the abyss of my misery; whatever there is of good in me is Yours, O Lord. But because I am so small and wretched, I have a right to count on Your boundless mercy.

Now you shall consider My love in the Blessed Sacrament. Here, I am entirely yours, soul, body and divinity, as your Bridegroom. You know what love demands: one thing only, reciprocity.

A soul does not benefit from the sacrament of confession if it is not humble. Pride keeps it in darkness. The soul neither knows how, nor is it willing, to probe with precision the depths of its own misery. It puts on a mask and avoids everything that might bring it recovery.

He who wants to learn true humility should reflect upon the Passion of Jesus. (267)

Patience, prayer and silence-these are what give strength to the soul.

The greatest misery does not stop Me from uniting Myself to a soul, but where there is pride, I am not there.