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.

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.

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

Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.

Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.

It is love alone that counts.