Life passes. Eternity comes to meet us with great strides. Soon we shall be living with the very life of Jesus. Having drunk deep at the source of all bitterness, we shall be deified in the very source of all joys, of all delights.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.

How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.

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

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

For me, prayer means launching out of the heart towards God; it means lifting up one's eyes, quite simply, to heaven, a cry of grateful love, from the crest of joy or the trough of despair; it's a vast, supernatural force which opens out my heart, and binds me close to Jesus.