The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

Time is but a shadow, a dream; already God sees us in glory and takes joy in our eternal beatitude. How this thought helps my soul! I understand then why He lets us suffer.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

i can nourish myself on nothing but truth

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

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.