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

How I loved the feasts!.... I especially loved the processions in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. What a joy it was for me to throw flowers beneath the feet of God!... I was never so happy as when I saw my roses touch the sacred Monstrance.

He longs to give us a magnificent reward. He knows that suffering is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself, and to become ourselves divine.

Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.

Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.