No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.
Life passes. Eternity comes to meet us with great strides. Soon we shall be living with the very life of Jesus. Having drunk deep at the source of all bitterness, we shall be deified in the very source of all joys, of all delights.
It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.
It is love alone that counts.
The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.
For me, prayer means launching out of the heart towards God; it means lifting up one's eyes, quite simply, to heaven, a cry of grateful love, from the crest of joy or the trough of despair; it's a vast, supernatural force which opens out my heart, and binds me close to Jesus.