Grace transforms all sorrows into joy.
Jesus, I want to love Mary as you love her, and
I want to love men, especially sinners, with your same love, to the point of
folly.
Jesus, I suffer of not suffering, I die of not
dying.
Every second seems to me to be laden
with grace and stamped with the price of eternity
Suffering, souls, love are three
passions whose flame is being fanned at every second, they are my three
torments, my triple martyrdom!
Jesus reserves the thorns for
himself and leaves me the roses…
Jesus gave me as my guide and light:
the Host and the Star. The Host was himself, the Star his holy Mother.
I wish there were not a single soul
who did not love God.
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