It is only love which makes us acceptable to God.

I am very far from practicing what I understand.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

How I loved the feasts!.... I especially loved the processions in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. What a joy it was for me to throw flowers beneath the feet of God!... I was never so happy as when I saw my roses touch the sacred Monstrance.

My soul experienced a peace so sweet, so deep, it would be impossible to express it.

In Heaven the good God will do all I wish, because I have never done my own will upon earth.

Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.