"The lively conviction of God's most holy justice was then for me like an angel leading me out from the horrors of such a grave. Over some, I saw a column of gray vapor, brighter or darker; over others, one of light more or less brilliant; and over many others I saw nothing at all. These last made me very sad, for I had an interior conviction that the vapor, more or less brilliant, issuing from the graves, was the means by which the poor souls made known their needs, and that they who could give no sign were in the lowest part of Purgatory, forgotten by everybody, deprived of all power of acting or communicating with the body of the Church."

"When I knelt in prayer over such graves, I often heard a hollow, smothered voice, as if calling to me from the deep abyss: 'Help me out!' and I felt most keenly in my own soul the anguish of the helpless sufferer. I pray for these abandoned forgotten ones with greater ardor and perseverance than for the others. I have often seen a gray vapor slowly rising over their empty, silent tombs which by the help of continued prayer, grew brighter and brighter."

"A cemetery, such as I have described, with its apparitions, its different degrees of light and darkness, always seemed to me like a garden all parts of which are not equally cultivated, but some allowed to run to waste."