So dearly does His Majesty love us that He will reward our love for our neighbor by increasing the love which we bear to Himself, and that in a thousand ways.

[On her father:] ... in losing him I lost my greatest blessing and comfort, for he was always that to me.

My good works, however wretched and imperfect, have been made better and perfected by Him Who is my Lord: He has rendered them meritorious. As to my evil deeds and my sins, He hid them at once. The eyes of those who saw them, He made even blind; and He has blotted them out of their memory.

I would never want any prayer that would not make the virtues grow within me.

It is love alone that gives worth to all things.

Whenever conscience commands anything, there is only one thing to fear, and that is fear.

A slight failing in one virtue is enough to put all the others to sleep.