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.

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.

At the time of Holy Communion I sometimes picture my soul under the figure of a little child of three or four years, who at play has got its hair tossed and its clothes soiled. These misfortunes have befallen me in battling with souls. But very soon the Blessed Virgin hastens to my aid: quickly, she takes off my dirty little pinafore, smoothes my hair and adorns it with a pretty ribbon or simply with a little flower... and this suffices to render me pleasing and enables me to sit at the Banquet of Angels without blushing.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.

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