A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.

The science of loving, yes, that's the only kind of science I want I'd barter away everything I possess to win it.

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

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

It is love alone that counts.