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.

It is only love which makes us acceptable to God.

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

I would prefer a thousand times to receive reproofs than to give them to others.

My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.

I will send a shower of roses.

If you are willing to bear serenely the trial of being displeasing to yourself, then you will be for Jesus a pleasant place of shelter.