You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day.

In Heaven the good God will do all I wish, because I have never done my own will upon earth.

A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

When Charity is deeply rooted in the soul it shows itself exteriorly: there is so gracious a way of refusing what we cannot give, that the refusal pleases as much as the gift.

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