A spirit of comforting peace, a sense of rejoicing possession, pervaded all her days.

God was continually with her, and she seemed continually yielded up to God.

'Madame,' said the solitary, 'you seek without for what you have within.' Where do you seek for God when you pray, my brethren?
To what place do you direct your eyes?
Is it to the roof of your closet?
Is it to the east end of your consecrated chapel?
Is it to that wooden table in the east end of your chapel?
Or, passing out of all houses made with hands and consecrated with holy oil, do you lift up your eyes to the skies where the sun and the moon and the stars dwell alone?
'What a folly!' exclaims Theophilus, in the golden dialogue, 'for no way is the true way to God but by the way of our own heart.

God is nowhere else to be found.

And the heart itself cannot find Him but by its own love of Him, faith in Him, dependence upon Him, resignation to Him, and expectation of all from Him.' 'You have quite carried your point with me,' answered Theogenes after he had heard all that Theophilus had to say.