My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.

It is not to remain in a golden ciborium that He comes down each day from Heaven, but to find another Heaven, the Heaven of our soul in which He takes delight.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.

Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.

O Jesus! on this day, you have fulfilled all my desires. From now on, near the Eucharist, I shall be able To sacrifice myself in silence, to wait for Heaven in peace. Keeping myself open to the rays of the Divine Host, In this furnace of love, I shall be consumed, And like a seraphim, Lord, I shall love You.

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.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.