If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.
Look at Him while He is looking at you.
In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
Never stop wanting for your magic
Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.