The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.

I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.

The morrow of this day will be eternity; then Jesus will return you a hundred fold the lovely, rightful joys that you are sacrificing for him.

Love needs to be proved by action.

Above the clouds the sky is always blue.

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.