“Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!”

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

My sun sets to rise again.

Truth never hurts the teller.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul’s wings never furled!

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o’ercomes doubt.

Grow old with me. The best is yet to be. The last of life for which the first was made.

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

Ah, love, – you are my unutterable blessing…..I am in full sunshine now.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

By the blessings of heaven I mean to live and die, please God, in the faith of my mother.

The bottom line is, I’m blessed with good health. On top of that, I don’t go around thinking ‘Oh, I’m 90, I better do this or I better do that.’ I’m just Betty. I’m the same Betty that I’ve always been. Take it or leave it.

I have been blessed to be born and brought up in Uttarakhand, in the midst of all that snow, plus pure and divine environment.

I am blessed to have a mother like mine. She is the greatest mother in the world.

The twentieth century must be a century of the Blessed Sacrament if it means to be a century of resurrection and of life.

The Rosary is the most excellent form of prayer and the most efficacious means of attaining eternal life. It is the remedy for all our evils, the root of all our blessings. There is no more excellent way of praying.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

God definitely blessed me with power. I still don’t know the limits of my own power.