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He will see that whoever loves Him much will be able to suffer much for Him; whoever loves Him little will be capable of little. I myself hold that the measure for being able to bear a large or small cross is love.

If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time we shall need a spade and a hoe to uproot it. It is just so, I think, when we commit a fault, however small, each day, and do not cure ourselves of it.

Prayer is a repose, a relaxation. One must come in total simplicity to the One whom one loves, holding oneself near to Him as a small child in its mother’s arms, allowing one’s heart to go out ...

Never deny our Lord anything. The practice of the presence of God helps accomplish this goal especially by resolving to fulfill all your obligations during that hour perfectly, and by keeping in mind that the Will of God is perfectly fulfilled in that way.

The Savior hangs before you with a pierced heart. He has spilled His heart's blood to win your heart...The arms of the Crucified are spread out to draw you to His heart, He wants your life in order to give you His.

If a person has more patience in suffering and more forbearance in going without satisfaction, it is a sign that he is more proficient in virtue.

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.

All things come to an end; therefore take heart, for just as one thing gives way to another, so eternity will come at last. On the contrary seeing how quickly the things of this world end ought to console us, because we are drawing ever nearer to that goal to which all our works ought to tend.

How I pray that you will know and love God. Don't imagine you have to become a nun to do this. In the world there are souls who love and serve Him.

Fortunately, while being Martha one can remain like Mary Magdalene always near the Master, contemplating Him with a wholly loving look.

What is the Cross but heaven when Jesus Christ is on it?

My love discovers the charms
Of Your Face adorned with tears.
I smile through my own tears
When I contemplate Your sorrows...
Your beauty, which You know how to veil,
Discloses for me all its mystery...
Leave in me the Divine impress
Of Your Features...