Our Lord sends the crosses; we do not have to invent them.
The life of a Christian is nothing but a perpetual struggle against self; there is no flowering of the soul to the beauty of its perfection except at the price of pain.
Joy, with peace, is the sister of charity. Serve the Lord with laughter.
We must empty purgatory with our prayers.
Jesus himself wants my sufferings; He needs them for souls.
You must concentrate on pleasing God alone, and if He is pleased, you must be pleased.