(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.

Do not fear to tell Jesus that you love Him even without feeling it. That is the way to force Jesus to help you, to carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

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

Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.

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

i can nourish myself on nothing but truth