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

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?'

We must do everything we are obliged to do; give without reckoning, practice virtue whenever opportunity offers, constantly overcome ourselves, prove our love by all the little acts of tenderness and consideration we can muster. In a word, we must produce all the good works that lie within our strength - out of love for God.

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.

Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.