And the old man, looking at him, loved him, and he said: "My son, a man may bind his soul with fine-drawn strands till it is either entangled in a web or breaks all bonds.

Gird thyself with one strong line, and let little things go by." And Benedict said, "With which line ?" And the hermit answered, "What said Augustine?
'Love, and do what thou wilt.' If therefore thy labours and thy pride be for others, and not for thyself, have no fear.

He who lives for GOD and for his neighbours may forget his own soul in safety, and shall find it hereafter; for, for such a spirit--of the toils and pains and pleasures of this life--grace shall, alike build Ladders unto Heaven." Then Benedict bowed his head, and departed; and when he reached home he found a messenger who had ridden for many days, and who brought him a bundle of roots, and a written message, which ran thus: "These roots, though common with us, are unknown where thou dwellest.
It is a lily, as white and as fragrant as the Lily of the Annunciation, but much smaller.

Beautiful as it is, it is hardy, and if planted in a damp spot and left strictly undisturbed it will spread and flourish like a weed.

It hath a rare and delicate perfume, and having white bells on many footstalks up the stem, one above the other, as the angels stood in Jacob's dream, the common children call it Ladders to Heaven." And when Brother Benedict read the first part of the letter he laughed hastily, and said, "The abbot hath no such lily." But when he had finished it, he said, "GOD rid my soul of self-seeking! The common children shall have them, and not I." And, seizing the plants and a spade, he ran out beyond the bounds of the monastery, and down into a little copse where the earth was kept damp by the waters of the stream which never failed.