I will send a shower of roses.

The science of loving, yes, that's the only kind of science I want I'd barter away everything I possess to win it.

I say nothing to him I love him

In spite of this trial, which takes all enjoyment from me, I can never the less, cry out, 'Lord, you fill me with joy in all that you do. For is there a joy greater than to suffer for love?'

Go often to Holy Communion. Go very often! This is your one remedy.

I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.