At last there dawned the most beautiful day of all the days of my life. How perfectly I remember even the smallest details of those sacred hours! The joyful awakening, the reverent and tender embraces of my mistresses and older companions, the room filled with white frocks, like so many snowflakes, where each child was dressed in turn.

The morrow of this day will be eternity; then Jesus will return you a hundred fold the lovely, rightful joys that you are sacrificing for him.

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

How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

It is love alone that counts.

God has made me desire always what he most wants to give me.