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

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

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

The science of loving, yes, that’s the only kind of science I want I’d barter away everything I possess to win it.

If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.

Discouragement itself is a form of pride.

It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.

Never stop wanting for your magic.

Holiness is a disposition of the heart that makes us humble and little in the arms of God, aware of our weakness, and confident – in the most audacious way – in His Fatherly goodness.

Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.

Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.

Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.

(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!

Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.

Still hope leads men to venture; and no one ever yet put himself in peril without the inward conviction that he would succeed in his design.

If people would just wake up to what’s real, there would be no misery in the world. I guess chanting’s a pretty good place to start.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.

Secrecy is for the happy,–misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.

Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.

If all men were to bring their miseries together in one place, most would be glad to take each his own home again rather than take a portion out of the common stock.

There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.