Let us rise above the things that pass away. Up above, the air is so pure. Jesus can hide Himself but we will find Him there.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

I am convinced that one should tell one's spiritual director if one has a great desire for Communion, for Our Lord does not come from Heaven every day to stay in a golden ciborium; He comes to find another heaven, the heaven of our soul in which He loves to dwell.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

Above the clouds the sky is always blue.