Flowers Often Grow More Beautifully On Dung-hills

Lately I Was Near The Beehives And Some Of The Bees Flew Onto My Face. I Wanted To Raise My Hand, And Brush Them Off. 'no,' Said A Peasant To Me, 'do Not Be Afraid, And Do Not Touch Them. They Will Not Sting You At All, If You Touch Them They Will Bite You.' I Trusted Him; Not One Bit Me. Trust Me; Do Not Fear These Temptations. Do Not Touch Them; They Will Not Hurt You.

Be Who You Are And Be That Well.

Fear Is A Greater Evil Than Evil Itself.

The Merit Of The Cross Does Not Consist In Its Heaviness, But In The Manner In Which We Carry It. I Would Even Say That It Is Sometimes More Virtuous To Carry A Cross Of Straw Than A Heavy Cross Because We Have To Be More Attentive For Fear Of Losing It.

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.