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

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

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.

When we are expecting only suffering, the least joy surprises us: Suffering itself becomes the greatest of joys when we seek it as a precious treasure.

It is not to remain in a golden ciborium that He comes down each day from Heaven, but to find another Heaven, the Heaven of our soul in which He takes delight.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

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