“When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.”

Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.

Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.

It isn’t enough to love; we must prove it.

The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.

Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be and becoming that person.

I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.

For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.

Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.

Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.

I prefer to be accused unjustly, for then I have nothing to reproach myself with, and joyfully offer this to the good Lord. Then I humble myself at the thought that I am indeed capable of doing the thing of which I have been accused.

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.

The world’s thy ship and not thy home.

Perfect love means putting up with other peoples shortcomings, feeling no surprise at their weaknesses, finding encouragement even in the slightest evidence of good qualities in them.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

Let us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.

My pops passed when I was little. I didn’t have a dad around to tell me certain things. I didn’t have my biological mother.

It is better and more satisfactory to acquit a thousand guilty persons than to put a single innocent one to death.

What goes up will surely fall and I’m counting down the time.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

The dead don’t die. They look on and help.

We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies.