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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.

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

I do not count on my own merits, since I have none, but I trust in Him who is Virtue and Sanctity Itself.

There is no time (Communion) when I have less consolation-yet this is not to be wondered at, since it is not for my own satisfaction that I desire to receive Our Lord but solely to give Him pleasure.

Love is swift, sincere, pious, pleasant and delightful; strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking itself: for where a man seeks himself, there he falls from love.

When we see how wretched we are we should not keep looking at ourselves, but should look on our Well-Beloved Jesus.

God does not despise these hidden struggles with ourselves, so much richer in merit because they are unseen: "The patient man is better than the valiant and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh cities. (Prov. xvi. 32)".

We can lean on nothing but Our Lord, for He alone is immutable.

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

Suffering makes us good; it makes us indulgent towards others, because suffering brings us nearer to the good Lord.

O Jesus, of what use will my flowers be to You? Ah! I know very well that this fragrant shower, these fragile, worthless petals, these songs of love from the littlest of hearts will charm You. Yes, these nothings will please You. They will bring a smile to the Church Triumphant.

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