It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.

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

When we are expecting only suffering, the least joy surprises us: Suffering itself becomes the greatest of joys when we seek it as a precious treasure.

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.

What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?

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