“We may speak of love and humility as the true flowers of spiritual growth; and they give off a wonderful scent, which benefits all those who come near.”

Desire to see God, be fearful of losing Him, and find joy in everything that can lead to Him. If you act in this way, you will always live in great peace.

Pain is never permanent.

It is the nature of love to work in a thousand different ways.

It is a dangerous thing to be satisfied with ourselves.

Don’t let your sins turn into bad habits.

The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.

Souls without prayer are like bodies, palsied and lame, having hands and feet they cannot use.

All times are dangerous times.

Truth suffers, but never dies.

Never do anything which you could not do in the sight of all.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

My mother, was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go quail shooting in the woods or trim my dresses with wreaths of wildflowers.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.

Generosity is the flower of justice.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.