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

Much later, when I understood what perfection was, I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself. I understood that there were many kinds of of sanctity and that each soul was free to respond to the approaches of Our Lord and to do little or much for Him - in other words,to make a choice among the sacrifices He demands.

When Charity is deeply rooted in the soul it shows itself exteriorly: there is so gracious a way of refusing what we cannot give, that the refusal pleases as much as the gift.

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

I will send a shower of roses.

The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.

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