Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.
Time is but a shadow, a dream; already God sees us in glory and takes joy in our eternal beatitude. How this thought helps my soul! I understand then why He lets us suffer.
You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.
Holiness consists simply in doing God's will, and being just what God wants us to be.
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.