He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.

Silence does good to the soul.

Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.

It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.

Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

I also understood that God's love shows itself just as well in the simplest soul which puts up no resistance to His grace as it does in the loftiest soul.