Prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trail as well as joy; finally, it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus.

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

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

Trials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.

What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence...Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately...We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!

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.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.