The Eucharist is everything, because from the Eucharist, everything is

Happy is the soul that knows how to find Jesus in the Eucharist, and the Eucharist in all things!

When we work hard, we must eat well. What a joy, that you can receive Holy Communion often! It's our life and support in this life - Receive Communion often, and Jesus will change you into himself.

The Holy Eucharist is like a divine Storehouse filled with every virtue; God has placed It in the world so that everyone one may draw from It.

In order to succeed in it (prayer), it should be done when we first awaken, when our whole being is calm and recollected. We need to make our meditation before anything else.

To be possessed by Jesus and to possess Him - that is the perfect reign of Love.

The Eucharist is the supreme proof of the love of Jesus. After this, there is nothing more but Heaven itself

Communion is as necessary for us to sustain our Christian vitality, as the vision of God is necessary to the angels, to maintain their life of glory.

O my God, how happy should I be to hear from Thy lips those words which Thou didst once address to Saint Thomas of Aquin: Thou hast spoken well of Me, Pierre!

The Eucharist, behold the Christian's treasure, his delight on earth. Since Jesus is in the Eucharist for him personally, his whole life ought to be drawn to it like a magnet to its center.

The Holy Eucharist is the perfect expression of the love of Jesus Christ for man since It is the quintessence of all the mysteries of His Life.

The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself.

To regret your soul is to regret your past.

Let the boundlessness be your boundary!

Count your blessings. Millions of people would love to trade their problems for yours.

Nature like a kind and smiling mother lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

People give one another things that can't be gift wrapped.

Till this moment I never knew myself.

Lose no time to contradict her, Nor endeavor to convict her; Only take this rule along, Always to advise her wrong, And reprove her when she's right; She may then grow wise for spite.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.