understand that He alone is perfect happiness. All shall be for Him, all! And even when I have nothing to offer Him I will give Him that nothing.
II LETTER TO MÈRE AGNÈS DE JÉSUS
Our Lord is more tender than a
mother, and well do I know more than
one maternal heart! I know a mother
is ever ready to forgive the little involuntary
failings of her child.
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. VIII
I know of one means only by which
to attain to perfection: Love. Let us
love, since our heart is made for nothing
else. Sometimes I seek another word
to express Love, but in this land of
exile the word which begins and ends[1] is
quite incapable of rendering the vibrations
of the soul; we must then adhere
to this simple and only word: To Love.
But on whom shall our poor heart lavish its love? Who shall be found that
- ↑ St. Augustine.
