Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

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

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

The morrow of this day will be eternity; then Jesus will return you a hundred fold the lovely, rightful joys that you are sacrificing for him.

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

(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!