Let Your Constant Practice Be To Offer

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.

The Sovereigns Of The Earth Do Not Always Grant Audience Readily; On The Contrary, The King Of Heaven, Hidden Under The Eucharistic Veils, Is Ready To Receive Anyone.

He Who Embraces The Cross And Bears It With Patience Lightens The Weight Of The Cross. Indeed, The Weight Itself Becomes A Consolation; For God Abounds With Grace To All Those Who Carry The Cross With Good Will In Order To Please Him.

There Is Nothing More Pleasing To God, Than To See A Soul Who Patiently And Serenely Bears Whatever Crosses It Is Sent; This Is How Love Is Made, By Putting Lover And Loved One On The Same Level. . . A Soul Who Loves Jesus Christ Desires To Be Treated The Way Christ Was Treated-desires To Be Poor, Despised And Humiliated.

What Does It Cost Us To Say: "my God Help Me! Have Mercy On Me!" Is There Anything Easier Than This? And This Little Will Suffice To Save Us If We Be Diligent In Doing It.