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.

O King of glory, though you hide your beauty, yet the eye of my soul rends the veil. I see the angelic choirs giving you honor without cease.

The tongue is a small member, but it does big things. A religious who does not keep silence will never attain holiness; that is, she will never become a saint. Let her not delude herself - unless it is the Spirit of God who is speaking through her, for then she must not keep silent. But, in order to hear the voice of God, one has to have silence in one's soul and to keep silence; not a gloomy silence but an interior silence; that is to say, recollection in God.

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

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

Help me, O Lord, that my hands may be merciful and filled with good deeds, so that I may do only good to my neighbors.

Mankind will not have peace until it turns with trust to My mercy.