No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

(On entering Carmel) I came to save souls and especially to pray for priests.

He is not far off; He is there, very close. He is looking at us, and He is begging this sorrow, this agony from us. He needs it for souls and for our soul... Alas, it does pain Him to give us sorrows to drink, but He knows this is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself and to become God's ourselves.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.