Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.

It isn't enough to love; we must prove it.

I prefer to be accused unjustly, for then I have nothing to reproach myself with, and joyfully offer this to the good Lord. Then I humble myself at the thought that I am indeed capable of doing the thing of which I have been accused.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

The science of loving, yes, that's the only kind of science I want I'd barter away everything I possess to win it.

Holiness is a disposition of the heart that makes us humble and little in the arms of God, aware of our weakness, and confident - in the most audacious way - in His Fatherly goodness.