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.

She is more Mother than Queen.

It is love alone that counts.

The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

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

You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.

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.