Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.

For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

Love needs to be proved by action.

Trust and trust alone should lead us to love

The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.