Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.

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

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

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

In that first 'fusion' with Jesus (holy communion), it was my Heavenly Mother again who accompanied me to the altar for it was she herself who placed her Jesus into my soul.

the more one advances, the more one sees the goal is still far off. And now I am simply resigned to see myself always imperfect and in this I find my joy.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.