He Who Wishes To Find Jesus Should

What Grieves Me Most In My Past Offenses, O My Loving God, Is Not So Much The Punishment I Have Deserved, As The Displeasure I Have Given You, Who Are Worthy Of Infinite Love.

In Cold And Heat, In Rain And Wind, The Soul United To God Says, "i Want It To Be Warm, To Be Cold, Windy, To Rain, Because God Wills It."

How Beautiful She Is, Our Lady Of Compassion! How Dear! How Utterly Unselfish! How Filled With Joy For Him - And Us - In The Depths Of Her Own Agony And Desolation!

My Lord Jesus Christ, Who, For The Love You Bear To Mankind, Do Remain Night And Day In This Sacrament, Full Of Pity And Love, Awaiting, Calling, And Receiving All Who Come To Visit You; I Believe That You Are Present In The Sacrament Of The Altar; I Adore You From The Depths Of My Own Nothingness; I Thank You For The Many Graces You Have Given Me, And Especially For Having Given Me Yourself In This Sacrament.

When We Hear People Talk Of Riches, Honors And Amusements Of The World, Let Us Remember That All Things Have An End, And Let Us Then Say: My God, I Wish For You Alone And Nothing More.