God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Remember that in ascending to the Father You could not leave us orphans; And in making yourself a prisoner on earth You knew to veil all your divine rays. But the shadow of your veil is luminous and pure. Living Bread of faith, Celestial Food, O mystery of love! My daily Bread, Jesus, is You!... Jesus, it is you who, despite the blasphemies Of the enemies of the Sacrament of love, It is you who want to show how much you love me, Since you make your dwelling in my heart. O Bread of the exiled! Holy and Divine Host, It is no longer I who live, but I live on your life

(Whispered to a novice while standing in front of the convent library) Oh! I would have been sorry to have read all those books...If I had read them, I would have broken my head, and I would have wasted precious time that I could have employed very simply in loving God.

He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.

It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.