O life so dull and monotonous, how many treasures you contain! When I look at everything with the eyes of faith, no two hours are alike, and the dullness and monotony disappear (Diary, 62).

O you small, everyday sacrifices, you are to me like wild flowers which I strew overthe feet of my beloved Jesus. I sometimes compare these trifles to the heroic virtues, and that is because their enduring nature demands heroism (Diary, 208).