By our little acts of charity practiced in the shade we convert souls far away, we help missionaries, we win for them abundant alms; and by that means build actual dwellings spiritual and material for our Eucharistic Lord.

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

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Go often to Holy Communion. Go very often! This is your one remedy.

How I loved the feasts!.... I especially loved the processions in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. What a joy it was for me to throw flowers beneath the feet of God!... I was never so happy as when I saw my roses touch the sacred Monstrance.

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.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.