Few souls understand what God would effect in them if they should give themselves entirely into his hands and allow his grace to act.
So with that will prompt and prepared to serve all those whom I perceive to be servants of my Lord, I will speak of three things with simplicity and love as if I were speaking to my own soul.
They who load us with insults and ignominies give us the means of acquiring treasures more precious than any that man can gain in this life.
He who is devout to the Virgin Mother will certainly never be lost.
If our church is not marked by caring for the poor, the oppressed, the hungry, we are guilty of heresy.
God inclines to shower His graces upon us, but our perverted will is a barrier to His generosity.
He who has heard the Word of God can bear his silences...
The acknowledgment of and gratitude for favors and gifts received is loved and esteemed in Heaven and on earth.
As for joy, as little as one can have of it in this life, experience shows that it is not the idle who possess it, but those who are zealous in the service of God.
He who is not getting better is getting worse.
Do not put faith in constant happiness, and fear most when all smiles upon you.
Considering that the blessed life we so long for consists in an intimate and true love of God Our Creator and Lord, which binds and obliges us all to a sincere love.
If anyone asks you for something that you believe would be injurious to him, refuse, but in such a manner as not to lose his good-will.
God gives each one of us sufficient grace ever to know His holy will, and to do it fully.
Receive, Lord, all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my whole will.
In the case of those who are making progress from good to better, the good angel touches the soul gently, lightly, sweetly, as a drop of water enters a sponge, while the evil spirit touches it sharply, with noise and disturbance, like a drop of water falling on a rock.
Idleness is hells fishhook for catching souls.
To withdraw from creatures and repose with Jesus in the Tabernacle is my delight; there I can hide myself and seek rest. There I find a life which I cannot describe, a joy which I cannot make others comprehend, a peace such as is found only under the hospitable roof of our best Friend.
What seems to me white, I will believe black if the hierarchical Church so defines.
Truth always ends by victory; it is not unassailable, but invincible.