My soul experienced a peace so sweet, so deep, it would be impossible to express it.

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

If you are willing to bear serenely the trial of being displeasing to yourself, then you will be for Jesus a pleasant place of shelter.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.

For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.

Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.