“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.

To Harry Secombe: I hope you die first as I don’t want you singing at my funeral.

I want to live where the clouds touch the sky. I’m told the love their never dies.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

This is a good day to die. Follow me!

Do not contemplate on death; it is just an incident in life; contemplate on God, who is the master of all life.

I Came To Mumbai With Just Rs. 1,500. My Mother Gave Me Before She Died.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

From the time we’re born until we die, we’re kept busy with artificial stuff that isn’t important.