The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.
By our little acts of charity practiced in the shade we convert souls far away, we help missionaries, we win for them abundant alms; and by that means build actual dwellings spiritual and material for our Eucharistic Lord.
I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.
I will spend my heaven doing good on earth.
My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience.
The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.
God would turn the world around to find suffering in order to give it to a soul upon whom He has set His Divine gaze with ineffable love.
It is not to remain in a golden ciborium that He comes down each day from Heaven, but to find another Heaven, the Heaven of our soul in which He takes delight.
I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.
Trust and trust alone should lead us to love.
I would prefer a thousand times to receive reproofs than to give them to others...
If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.
Nothing’s done well when it’s done out of self-interest.
He longs to give us a magnificent reward. He knows that suffering is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself, and to become ourselves divine.
I will send a shower of roses.
Love needs to be proved by action.
She is more Mother than Queen.
When Charity is deeply rooted in the soul it shows itself exteriorly: there is so gracious a way of refusing what we cannot give, that the refusal pleases as much as the gift.
The great majority of men use their own short-sighted ideas as a yardstick for measuring the divine omnipotence.