I will send a shower of roses.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

i can nourish myself on nothing but truth

Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

Love needs to be proved by action.