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.

How can the good God Who loves us so much, be happy when we suffer? Never does our suffering make Him happy; but it is necessary for us, and so He sends it to us while, as it were, turning away His Face. . . I assure you that it costs Him dearly to fill us with bitterness.

the more one advances, the more one sees the goal is still far off. And now I am simply resigned to see myself always imperfect and in this I find my joy.

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

For me to love you, Jesus, as you love me, I would have to borrow your own love and then only would I be at rest.

He [Jesus] has no need of our works but only of our love.