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

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.

When Charity is deeply rooted in the soul it shows itself exteriorly: there is so gracious a way of refusing what we cannot give, that the refusal pleases as much as the gift.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Look at Him while He is looking at you.

Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.

I will send a shower of roses.