Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing. - Thérèse of Lisieux

La caridad perfecta consiste en soportar los defectos de los otros, en no asombrarse por sus flaquezas, en edificarse con los más pequeños actos de virtud que se les vea practicar, pero, sobre todo, he comprendido que la caridad no debe permanecer encerrada en el fondo del corazón: «No se enciende una lámpara para meterla debajo de un cajón, sino que se la pone sobre el candelero para que ilumine a TODOS los que están en la casa».

And Our Lord took me by the hand, and led me through an underground passage where it is neither hot nor cold, where the sun shines not, and where neither wind nor rain can enter — a place where I see nothing but a half-veiled light, the light that gleams from the downcast Eyes of the Face of Jesus.

My Spouse speaks not a word, and I say nothing save that I love Him more than myself; and in the depths of my heart I know this is true, for I am more His than mine. I cannot see that we are advancing toward our journey's goal since we travel by a subterranean way; and yet, without knowing how, it seems to me that we are nearing the summit of the Mountain.

How can a heart given up to human affections be closely united to God? It seems to me that it is impossible. I have seen so many souls, allured by this false light, fly right into it like poor moths, and burn their wings, and then return, wounded, to Our Lord, the Divine fire which burns and does not consume.