“If you are in danger, if your hearts are confused, turn to Mary; she is our comfort, our help; turn towards her and you will be saved.”

I will go anywhere and do anything in order to communicate the love of Jesus to those who do not know Him or have forgotten Him.

The impressions of childhood are never obliterated.

Mary is the Mysterious Book of Predestination to glory.

The world is poisoned with erroneous theories, and needs to be taught sane doctrines, but it is difficult to straighten what has become crooked.

We must pray without tiring, for the salvation of mankind does not depend upon material success . . . but on Jesus alone.

I travel, work, suffer my weak health, meet with a thousand difficulties, but all these are nothing, for this world is so small. To me, space is an imperceptible object, as I am accustomed to dwell in eternity.

They who pray with faith have fervour and fervour is the fire of prayer. This mysterious fire has the power of consuming all our faults and imperfections, and of giving to our actions, vitality, beauty and merit.

In other countries they speak of nobility and courtesy, in London they practise it.

Prayer is powerful! It fills the earth with mercy, it makes the Divine clemency pass from generation to generation; right along the course of the centuries wonderful works have been achieved through prayer.

I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.

Sometimes it is the spider that feels trapped in the very web she weaves.

My father confused me. From the ages of one to seven, I thought my name was Jesus Christ!

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Perhaps some are confused because they have stereotypes of how blacks should be and I respectfully decline, as I did in my youth, to sacrifice who I am for who they think I should be.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

God is a specialist at making something useful and beautiful out of something broken and confused.

It’s okay to be confused. Confusion is the route to all the clarity in the world.