Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.
Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.
The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.