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

(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!

The great majority of men use their own short-sighted ideas as a yardstick for measuring the divine omnipotence.

Let us rise above the things that pass away. Up above, the air is so pure. Jesus can hide Himself but we will find Him there.

I also understood that God's love shows itself just as well in the simplest soul which puts up no resistance to His grace as it does in the loftiest soul.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

The good God would not inspire unattainable desires.