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

The morrow of this day will be eternity; then Jesus will return you a hundred fold the lovely, rightful joys that you are sacrificing for him.

I am not afraid of a fight; I have to do my duty, come what may.

My director, Jesus, does not teach me to count my acts, but to do everything for love, to refuse Him nothing, to be pleased when He gives me a chance to prove to Him that I love Him - but all this in peace - in abandonment.

Apart from the Office [the daily prayer of the Church] which is a daily joy, I do not have the courage to search through books for beautiful prayers. ... Unable either to say them all or to choose between them, I do as a child would who cannot read - I just say what I want to say to God, quite simply, and he never fails to understand.

I say nothing to him I love him

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.