Slová svätcov vždy po ruke

My child, My Heart wants to win the heart of man at all costs.

Here is all perfection: to know oneself! to know God! Supreme necessity that dominates all necessity! To be eternally bent over the double abyss, that is my secret!

The distrust of souls tears My Heart, but the distrust of a chosen soul hurts Me even more. Despite the Mercy with which I flood her, she distrusts Me. Even My Death is not enough for her. Woe to those who abuse it.

The spirit that no longer disperses outward, that no longer spreads into the world through the senses, returns to itself, and, starting from itself, rises to the thought of God: shining and radiant with such beauty, it comes to forget its very nature.

Our life will also pass, and soon we will say: 'It has passed', let us not waste our time, soon eternity will shine for us!...

When the soul has succeeded in appropriating God Himself, it will find itself before the immense ocean of Charity. Taking with it Faith and Hope, it will plunge into it to become one with its God.