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

Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.

He is not far off; He is there, very close. He is looking at us, and He is begging this sorrow, this agony from us. He needs it for souls and for our soul... Alas, it does pain Him to give us sorrows to drink, but He knows this is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself and to become God's ourselves.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

My soul experienced a peace so sweet, so deep, it would be impossible to express it.

Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.