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

Trials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.

I am very far from practicing what I understand.

By our little acts of charity practiced in the shade we convert souls far away, we help missionaries, we win for them abundant alms; and by that means build actual dwellings spiritual and material for our Eucharistic Lord.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.

And it is the Lord, it is Jesus, Who is my judge. Therefore I will try always to think leniently of others, that He may judge me leniently, or rather not at all, since He says: "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged.

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.