O more than admirable power, wisdom and goodness of my Lord and God, why am I not able to make every created being into a soul at will?
I left Paris the day following the anniversary of the death of the Saint. Although I had no desire to go to Flanders, I took this journey...
Let Carmel echo joyfully the dying hymns that soared above when Compiègne so gladly gave its greatest witness to God’s love
Every nation has its own customs
Pray a lot, my dear little girl, for the success of the pilgrimage to Chartres
I do not trouble myself at all about the money needed for the material building
Seek those things which draw you to the ardor of my love