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.

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.

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

If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.

How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.