Love is a mystery that transforms everything it touches into things beautiful and pleasing to God.
Our Lord does not come down from Heaven every day to lie in a golden ciborium. He comes to find another heaven which is infinitely dearer to Him–the heaven of our souls, created in His Image, the living temples of the Adorable Trinity.
It is our vocation to set people’s hearts ablaze, to do what the Son of God did, who came to light a fire on earth in order to set it ablaze with His love.
Suffering, pain, sorrow, humiliation, feelings of loneliness, are nothing but the kiss of Jesus, a sign that you have come so close that He can kiss you.
To bear with patience wrongs done to oneself is a mark of perfection, but to bear with patience wrongs done to someone else is a mark of imperfection and even of actual sin.
The celebration of the Mass is as valuable as the death of Jesus on the cross.
It is not our perfections which is to dazzle God, who is surrounded by the myriads of Angels. No, it is our misery, our wretchedness avowed which draws down His mercy.
Let us tell ourselves that every day, every hour, every instant of suffering borne with Jesus and for love of Him will be a new heaven for all eternity, and a new glory given God for ever.
You must never desist from doing good works for fear you won’t be able to meet expenses, just as long as you use prudence and frugality.
Every mother is like Moses: She does not enter the Promised Land. She prepares a world she will not see.