I am very far from practicing what I understand.

For me to love you, Jesus, as you love me, I would have to borrow your own love and then only would I be at rest.

I am very far from practicing what I understand.

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.

Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.

I prefer to be accused unjustly, for then I have nothing to reproach myself with, and joyfully offer this to the good Lord. Then I humble myself at the thought that I am indeed capable of doing the thing of which I have been accused.

What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?