You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.

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

Perfect love means putting up with other peoples shortcomings, feeling no surprise at their weaknesses, finding encouragement even in the slightest evidence of good qualities in them.

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?'

He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.

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.

She is more Mother than Queen.