(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.
In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.
I know now that true charity consists in bearing all our neighbors'defects--not being surprised at their weakness, but edified at their smallest virtues.