In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

In spite of this trial, which takes all enjoyment from me, I can never the less, cry out, 'Lord, you fill me with joy in all that you do. For is there a joy greater than to suffer for love?'

God would turn the world around to find suffering in order to give it to a soul upon whom He has set His Divine gaze with ineffable love.

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

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.

Prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trail as well as joy; finally, it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus.