I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts. It would not, under the pretext of humility, say that it was not pretty, or that it had not a sweet scent, that the sun had withered its petals,or the storm bruised its stem, if it knew that such were not the case.

Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.

My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience.

I am not afraid of a fight; I have to do my duty, come what may.

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.