God speaks in the silence of the heart. Listening is the beginning of prayer.

The fruit of Silence is Prayer.

I belong to Jesus. He must have the right to use me without consulting me.

We realize that what we are accomplishing is a drop in the ocean. But if this drop were not in the ocean, it would be missed.

God loves me. I'm not here just to fill a place, just to be a number. He has chosen me for a purpose. I know it.

I see God in every human being. When I wash the leper's wounds I feel I am nursing the Lord himself. Is it not a beautiful experience?

Every act of love is a work of peace no matter how small.