The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

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.

It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

You must open a little, or rather raise on high your corolla so that the Bread of Angels may come as divine dew to strengthen you, and to give you all that is wanting to you.

He is not far off; He is there, very close. He is looking at us, and He is begging this sorrow, this agony from us. He needs it for souls and for our soul... Alas, it does pain Him to give us sorrows to drink, but He knows this is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself and to become God's ourselves.