Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.

the more one advances, the more one sees the goal is still far off. And now I am simply resigned to see myself always imperfect and in this I find my joy.

Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.

The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

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