In times of aridity when I am incapable of praying, of practising virtue, I seek little opportunities, mere trifles, to give pleasure to Jesus; for instance a smile, a pleasant word when inclined to be silent and to show weariness. If I find no opportunities, I at least tell Him again and again that I love Him; that is not difficult and it keeps alive the fire in my heart. Even though this fire of love might seem to me extinct I would still throw little straws upon the embers and I am certain it would rekindle.
XVI LETTER TO HER SISTER CÉLINE
On the day of my conversion Charity
entered into my heart and with it a
yearning to forget self always; thence-forward
I was happy.
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. V
I do not will that creatures should
possess a single atom of my love; I wish
to give all to Jesus, since He makes me
