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.

For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.

I am not afraid of a fight; I have to do my duty, come what may.

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

Much later, when I understood what perfection was, I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself. I understood that there were many kinds of of sanctity and that each soul was free to respond to the approaches of Our Lord and to do little or much for Him - in other words,to make a choice among the sacrifices He demands.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart