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

I tell you that victory consists in conquering self. That is the greatest enemy.

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

In uniting yourself to God's will, you take on new life and gather great courage, willingly embracing the cross and kissing His hand even when it chastises you, a hand that reaches out to you in love and has no other intention but your greater spiritual well-being.

If any dust of imperfection cling to your heart, be not troubled, but consume it immediately in the fire of divine love, and, sorrowfully asking forgiveness, continue to live in peace.

Let us throw ourselves into the ocean of His goodness, where every failing will be canceled and anxiety turned into love.

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