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O little Jesus, my only treasure, I abandon myself to every one of Your adorable whims. I seek no other joy than that of making You smile.

Those who do not receive these consolations may feel a despondency that is uncalled for, since perfection does not consist in consolation but in greater love; our reward will be in proportion to this, and to the justice and sincerity of our actions.

O Jesus, I feel, that, if by an impossibility You could find a soul weaker than mine, You would fill it with even greater graces, provided that such a soul abandoned itself with absolute confidence to Your infinite Mercy.

Human activities cannot help us, but only the suffering of Christ. It is my desire to share in it.

I know the power obedience has of making things easy which seem impossible.

There are others who are vexed with themselves when they observe their own imperfectness, and display an impatience that is not humility; so impatient are they about this that they would fain be saints in a day.

The remembrance of my faults humbles me and makes me afraid to rely on my own strength, which is nothing but weakness.

Have an intimate desire that His Majesty grant you what he knows you lack for his honor.

I know that my heart is too weak to be an apostle, but Jesus, do lend me You Heart.

There is a Being who is Love and who desires to have us live with Him. Oh! It is delightful! He is there, keeping me company, helping me to suffer, making me rise above my suffering to rest in Him. Do as I do, and you will see how everything becomes transformed.

Isn't love shown in sacrifice? When I think about Jesus' love, then everything I can offer him seems to me so little.

...He brought about the reconciliation and union of the human race with God through grace.  The Lord achieved this...at the moment in which he was most annihilated... The journey, then, does not consist in consolations, delights, and spiritual feelings, but in the living death of the cross, sensory and spiritual, exterior and interior.