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You are the true peace of the heart, You are its only rest; outside of You all things are hard and uneasy.

I do not tremble when I see my weakness, for the treasures of a mother belong also to her child, and I am thy child, O dear Mother Mary.

Merit does not consist in doing or giving much. It consists in loving much.

What offends Jesus, what wounds His Sacred Heart, is lack of confidence in Him.

I would like to fly as the eagle does, but I can only flutter my wings - it is beyond my feeble strength to soar.

God has no need of anyone to carry out His work of sanctification, but just as He allows a skillful gardener to raise rare and delicate plants, so does He wish to be aided in sanctifying souls.

How sweet is the way of love. True, one can fall or commit infidelities, but, knowing how to draw profit from everything, love quickly consumes everything that can be displeasing to Jesus; it leaves nothing but a humble and profound peace in the depths of the heart.

Yes, all my hopes will be fulfilled. The Lord will work wonders in me which will even surpass my great
desires.

Let us avoid all display; let us love our lowliness; let us be affected by nothing. Then we shall be poor in spirit and Jesus will come to seek us.

If, by an impossibility, the good God Himself did not see my good deeds I would not be grieved. I love Him so much that I wish to give Him pleasure, even without Him knowing that it is I.

I have never heard Him speak, but I know that He is within me.

I assure you that the good Lord is much kinder than you can imagine.