Sí, verdaderamente todo me sonreía en la tierra. Encontraba flores a cada paso que daba, y mi carácter alegre contribuía también a hacerme agradable … - Thérèse of Lisieux

He has never inspired me with any desire and left it unsatisfied, and that is why I have always found His bitter chalice full of sweetness.

Offer to God the sacrifice of never gathering any fruit. If He will that throughout your whole life you should feel a repugnance to suffering and humiliation — if He permit that all the flowers of your desires and of your good will should fall to the ground without any fruit appearing, do not worry. At the hour of death, in the twinkling of an eye, He will cause fair fruits to ripen on the tree of your soul.

The one, more Latin, more Roman, closer to eloquence than to the literal word, aims at a certain effect, at magic. The other, more Greek, more Hellenistic, seeks transparency flowing from the source.