Make a bouquet of the sufferings of Jesus and carry it in the bosom of his soul.

Avoid failing, not only against purity, but even against the least rules of an exact modesty.

The Cross is the way to Paradise, but only when it is borne willingly.

God sends such purgations to you, directors of consciences, that you may acquire the science of the saints and the art of directing souls. You will suffer also in another way. Love will be your executioner. Let it do its work; it knows how. In this martyrdom we have need of extraordinary grace and strength; but God will bestow it. Without this divine help it would be impossible to bear up.

The passion of Jesus is a sea of sorrows, but it is also an ocean of love. Ask the Lord to teach you to fish in this ocean. Dive into its depths. No matter how deep you go, you will never reach the bottom.

He who does not mortify his palate will neither know how to mortify his flesh.

Place your hopes in the mercy of God and the merits of our Redeemer; say often, looking at the crucifix: There are centered all my hopes.