For me to love you, Jesus, as you love me, I would have to borrow your own love and then only would I be at rest.

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.

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.

I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would no longer be enamelled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our lord's living garden.

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

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.