“It is love alone that counts.”

Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?

For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.

Silence does good to the soul.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.

Love needs to be proved by action.

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.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

Nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

I say nothing to him I love him.

Holiness consists simply in doing God’s will, and being just what God wants us to be.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

Don’t spend most of your time on the voices that don’t count. Tune out the shallow voices so that you will have more time to tune in the valuable ones.

How many push ups do you do? I don’t know. I only starts counting when it starts hurting.

What counts in the ring is what you can do after you’re exhausted. The same is true of life.

If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

When angry, count 10. before you speak; if very angry, 100.

It’s not what you can do, but the way you do it that counts.

Writing for children is murder. A chapter has to be boiled down to a paragraph. Every word has to count.

What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.