I believe that You, O Jesus, are in the most holy Sacrament. I love You and desire You. Come into my heart. I embrace You. Oh, never leave me. May the burning and most sweet power of Your love, O Lord Jesus Christ, I beseech You, absorb my mind that I may die through love of Your love, Who were graciously pleased to die through love of my love.
The tree of love its roots hath spread Deep in my heart, and rears its head; Rich are its fruits: they joy dispense; Transport the heart, and ravish sense. In love's sweet swoon to thee I cleave, Bless'd source of love.
Remember that when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that you have received - only what you have given: a full heart, enriched by honest service, love, sacrifice and courage.
He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.
By the anxieties and worries of this life Satan tries to dull man's heart and make a dwelling for himself there.
While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.
Spiritual joy arises from purity of the heart and perseverance in prayer.