The Mother of Sorrows is my confidante, my teacher, my counselor, and my powerful advocate.

Prayer is the oxygen of the soul.

Our Lord sends the crosses; we do not have to invent them.

The sacred gift of prayer is in the right hand of our Savior, and according to the measure that you empty yourself of yourself, that is of love of your senses and of your own will, and make progress in rooting yourself in holy humility, to that extent the Lord will speak to your heart.

Pray, hope and don't worry. Anxiety doesn't help at all. Our Merciful Lord will listen to your prayer.

Humility and purity are the wings which carry us to God and make us almost divine.

Peace is the simplicity of heart, serenity of mind, tranquility of soul, the bond of love.