O Jesus, my Divine Saviour, I offer You my mind and heart. Direct their movements while I pray, so that I may offer my prayer in union with Your Immaculate Mother.

Really, it is the Lord who carries the cross, for He knows how to make the soul content with little or no consolation and always to find strength in the words..."Thy will be done."

How very beautiful and consoling our faith is! For the little work we do here on earth it promises in return all the joys of assured happiness.

Lord, I lean on You alone for strength. Give me your arm to support me, your shoulders to carry me, your breast on which to lay my head, your Cross to uphold me, your Eucharist to nourish me. On you Lord, I shall sleep and rest in peace.

Let us realize that we are sinners and have much to explate, while others less culpable than we are suffer more than we do.

There are no difficulties except for those who worry too much about tomorrow.

Profit by the little trials that come to you, for through them we make real progress.