I say nothing to him I love him

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

Trust and trust alone should lead us to love

He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.

Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.