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Are you perhaps afraid that the abyss of the greatness of God and that of your nothingness cannot be united? There is love in him. His passionate love made him take flesh in order that by seeing a Man-God, we would not be afraid to draw near him.

I am content, nay, full of joy, to be without all consolation. I should be ashamed if my love were like that of earthly brides who are ever looking for gifts from their bridegrooms, or seeking to catch the smile which fills them with delight.
Therese, the little Spouse of Jesus, loves Him for Himself. . . .

The insight of the most skilled doctors can't compare to that of a mother's heart.

Mary is the mirror in which we should watch ourselves; the mother of whom her children ought to resemble more and more.