Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.

He is not far off; He is there, very close. He is looking at us, and He is begging this sorrow, this agony from us. He needs it for souls and for our soul... Alas, it does pain Him to give us sorrows to drink, but He knows this is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself and to become God's ourselves.

I will send a shower of roses.

I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.

Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.

Silence does good to the soul.