It isn't enough to love; we must prove it.
Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.
The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.
You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.
Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.