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. |
I choose them all! I want them all! |
Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace. |
One word or a pleasing smile is often enough to raise up a saddened and wounded soul. |
Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons. |
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother. |
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. |
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. |
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing. |