The great majority of men use their own short-sighted ideas as a yardstick for measuring the divine omnipotence.

Let us rise above the things that pass away. Up above, the air is so pure. Jesus can hide Himself but we will find Him there.

Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

My director, Jesus, does not teach me to count my acts, but to do everything for love, to refuse Him nothing, to be pleased when He gives me a chance to prove to Him that I love Him - but all this in peace - in abandonment.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!