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

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

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

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.

I also understood that God's love shows itself just as well in the simplest soul which puts up no resistance to His grace as it does in the loftiest soul.

What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day.