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.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would no longer be enamelled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our lord's living garden.

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.

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

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

Go often to Holy Communion. Go very often! This is your one remedy.