Let us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.

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

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.

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

When one loves, one does not calculate.