O, my Jesus, I understand well that, just as illness is measured with a thermometer and a high fever tells us of the seriousness of the illness; so also, in the spiritual life, suffering is the thermometer which measures the love of God in a soul.

Suffering is the greatest treasure on earth; it purifies the soul. In suffering, we learn who our true friend is.

Pure love ... knows that only one thing is needed to please God: to do even the smallest things out of great love - love, and always love.

My likeness to Jesus must be through suffering and humility.

Sufferings, adversities, humiliations, failures and suspicions that have come my way are splinters that keep alive the fire of my love for You, O Jesus.

I desire to unite Myself to human souls, Know, My daughter, that when I come to a human heart in Holy Communion, My hands are full of all kinds of graces which I want to give to the soul. But souls do not even pay any attention to Me; they leave Me to Myself and busy themselves with other things... They treat Me as a dead object.

Nothing is difficult for the humble.