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We shouldn’t build castles in the air. The Lord doesn’t look so much at the greatness of our works, but at the love with which they are done.

Even when the fire of love seems dead, I still throw little straws upon the embers, and I am certain that the fire will be rekindled.

Let Your divinity shine on my intellect by giving it divine knowledge, and on my will by imparting to it the divine love and on my memory with the divine possession of glory.

Jesus is mysterious. When we approach Him, usually He remains silent. In this silence, what is His attitude towards us? He tells us in the parable of the Good Shepherd: He sees us with His love, He knows us, and even if He remains silent, He knows exactly what we are, what we think, what we love and what we do.

If you knew how good it is to love God and give Him what He asks, above all when it costs us something, you would not be so slow to listen to me.  At first you will be aware only of the sacrifice, but later you will experience a delightful peace.

Jesus is love. He loves us with an infinite love and at the same time with a human love. What joy it is to know that we are never strangers to him.

Do not let your weakness make you unhappy. When, in the morning, we feel no courage or strength for the practice of virtue, it is really a grace: it is the time to 'lay the ax to the root of the trees,' (Matt. 3:10) relying upon Jesus alone. If we fall, an act of love will set all right, and Jesus smiles. He helps us without seeming to do so; and the tears which sinners cause Him to shed are wiped away by our feeble love. Love can do all things.

O illustrious people! Open your eyes for the love of God; behold that the true knights of Jesus Christ and the princes of His Church, a St. Peter and a St. Paul, did not follow the road you follow. Do you think perhaps there will be a new road for you? Do not believe it.

Love suffers neither delay nor repose, being always eager to suffer for the Beloved.

Our hearts are made for it alone. Sometimes I endeavor to find some other word for love; but in a land of exile words which have a beginning and an end are quite unable to render adequately the emotions of the soul, and so we must keep to the one simple word-Love.

His Majesty couldn't grant us a greater favor than to give us a life that would be an imitation of the life His beloved Son lived.

God is love, and love is goodness giving itself away.