The science of loving, yes, that's the only kind of science I want I'd barter away everything I possess to win it.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

For me, prayer means launching out of the heart towards God; it means lifting up one's eyes, quite simply, to heaven, a cry of grateful love, from the crest of joy or the trough of despair; it's a vast, supernatural force which opens out my heart, and binds me close to Jesus.

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day.

If I am despised by the world, If it considers me as nothing, A divine peace flood me. For I have the Host as my support. When I draw near the ciborium, All my sighs are heard... To be nothing is my glory. I am the atom of Jesus.

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.