I fear my life is one of too great inactivity, of too great ease, of too much pleasure, for to me study is a delight.

I even doubt my love of God, because I feel too lightly the love of my neighbour.

I am often reminded that the mystic pleasures may lull my conscience on this point.

You, Maria, you live your faith; you visit the sick, work for the poor, you comfort, you instruct.

I do nothing." "I am one with you," Maria whispered.