He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.

i can nourish myself on nothing but truth

Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.

I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

Go often to Holy Communion. Go very often! This is your one remedy.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.