The Lord Delights In Every Little Step

When The Bee Has Gathered The Dew Of Heaven And The Earth's Sweetest Nectar From The Flowers, It Turns It Into Honey, Then Hastens To Its Hive. In The Same Way, The Priest, Having Taken From The Altar The Son Of God (who Is As The Dew From Heaven, And True Son Of Mary, Flower Of Our Humanity), Gives Him To You As Delicious Food.

To Love Our Neighbor In Charity Is To Love God In Man.

Flowers Often Grow More Beautifully On Dung-hills Than In Gardens That Look Beautifully Kept.

He Who Stays Not In His Littleness, Loses His Greatness.

We Must Visit Jesus In The Blessed Sacrament A Hundred Thousand Times A Day.