Whose hands are God's hands, but our hands?

Whose hands are God's hands, but our hands?

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

Never stop wanting for your magic

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

The world's thy ship and not thy home.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.