The day of my Habit Reception, 6th April 1883, my poor little Thérèse, who was very sick at that time, came to embrace me before the ceremony
I don’t know if I’ve already told you how much I love snow?
I received a special grace of intimate union with my Beloved
I don't want the eve of such a beautiful day to pass by without speaking a little word
I think about how the potato that I hold in my hand is one of God's creatures