Theophane Venard
A slight sabre-cut will separate my head from my body, like the spring flower which the Master of the garden gathers for His pleasure. We are all flowers planted on this earth, which God plucks in His own good time: some a little sooner, some a little later. Father and son may we meet in Paradise. I, poor little moth, go first. Adieu.Collection: Father
Be merry, really merry. The life of a true Christian should be a perpetual jubilee, a prelude to the festivals of eternity.Collection: Christian
The joy of the Lord is your strength.Collection: Joy