The only real love is God's Love!
The secret that ennobles the humblest, even the most humiliating thing, is Love.
Children. The Sick. — As you write these words, don't you feel tempted to use capitals?
The reason is that in children and in the sick a soul in love sees Him.
How little a life is to offer to God!
A friend is a treasure. But what about the Friend?... For where your treasure is, there is your heart.
Jesus is your friend. The Friend. With a human heart, like yours. With loving eyes that wept for Lazarus.
And he loves you as much as he loved Lazarus.
My God, I love you, but... oh teach me to love!
To punish out of Love: this is the secret that raises to a supernatural plane the punishment of those who deserve it.
For the love of God, who has been offended, let punishment serve as reparation. For the love of our neighbour and for the sake of God, let it be imposed, never as revenge, but as health-giving medicine.
To know that you love me so much, my God, and yet... I haven't lost my mind!
In Christ we have every ideal: for he is King, he is Love, he is God.
Lord: may I have due measure in everything... except in Love.
If Love, even human love, gives so much consolation here, what will Love not be in heaven ?
Everything that is done out of Love acquires greatness and beauty.
Jesus, may I be last in everything... and first in Love.
Do not fear God's Justice. God's justice is no less admirable and no less lovable than his mercy: both are proofs of his Love.
Consider what is most beautiful and most noble on earth, what pleases the mind and the other faculties, and what delights the flesh and the senses.
And the world, and the other worlds that shine in the night: the whole universe. Well this, along with all the follies of the heart satisfied, is worth nothing, is nothing and less than nothing compared... with this God of mine! — of yours! Infinite treasure, pearl of great price, humbled, become a slave, reduced to the form of a servant in the stable where he chose to be born, in Joseph's workshop, in his passion and in his ignominious death... and in the madness of Love which is the blessed Eucharist.
Live by Love and you'll conquer always — even when you are defeated — in the battles of your interior struggle.
Let your heart overflow in effusions of Love and gratitude as you consider how God's grace each day saves you from the snares that the enemy has set in your path.
'Timor Domini sanctus. The fear of God is holy.' Fear which is the veneration of a son for his Father; never a servile fear, for your Father-God is not a tyrant.
Love and sorrow. Because he is good. Because he is your friend, who gave his life for you. Because every good thing you have is his. Because you have offended him so much... Because he has forgiven you... He!... you!
Weep, my son, with Love-sorrow.
If a man had died to save me from death!... God died, And I remain indifferent.
Crazy! Yes, I saw you in the bishop's chapel — alone, so you thought — as you left a kiss on each newly-consecrated chalice and paten: so that he might find them there, when he came for the first time to those eucharistic vessels.
Don't forget that Sorrow is the touchstone of Love.