Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.

My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.

Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.

God would turn the world around to find suffering in order to give it to a soul upon whom He has set His Divine gaze with ineffable love.

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

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

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