(Whispered to a novice while standing in front of the convent library) Oh! I would have been sorry to have read all those books...If I had read them, I would have broken my head, and I would have wasted precious time that I could have employed very simply in loving God.

I also understood that God's love shows itself just as well in the simplest soul which puts up no resistance to His grace as it does in the loftiest soul.

Look at Him while He is looking at you.

I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.

Discouragement itself is a form of pride.

He [Jesus] has no need of our works but only of our love.

I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.