When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

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

I choose them all! I want them all!

The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.

Each prayer is more beautiful than the others. I cannot recite them all and not knowing which to choose, I do like children who do not know how to read, I say very simply to God what I wish to say, without composing beautiful sentences, and He always understands me. For me, prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus.

The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its lovliness.