– My divine Heart is so passionate with love for men, and for you in particular, that no longer being able to contain within itself the flames of its burning charity, it must spread then through you.
– He asked me for my heart. I begged him to take it. He put it in his adorable Heart, in which mine was like a small atom, being consumed in this burning furnace. Taking it out like a burning flame, in the shape of a heart, he put it back from where he had taken it, saying to me: « Here, my beloved, is a precious pledge of my love, which shows in your side as a small spark of its most vivid flames, to serve you as a heart. »
– And as for entering his sacred Heart, what do you have to fear, since he invites you to rest there ? Is this not the throne of mercy, where the most wretched are received, provided that love presents them in the depths of their misery ? And if we are cowardly, cold, impure and imperfect, is it not in a burning furnace that we should perfect and purify ourselves, like gold in the crucible, to act as a living host, slaughtered and sacrificed for his adorable ends ? So do not fear abandoning yourself without reservation to his loving providence, since the child will not perish in the arms of an all-powerful father.