If you are willing to bear serenely the trial of being displeasing to yourself, then you will be for Jesus a pleasant place of shelter.

Even now I know it: yes, all my hopes will be fulfilled... yes... the Lord will work wonders for me which will surpass infinitely my immeasurable desires.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.

It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.

You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.