You Have Told Me, O God, To

Love Is A Sacred Reserve Of Energy; It Is Like The Blood Of Spiritual Evolution.

In The Spiritual Life, As In All Organic Processes, Everyone Has Their Optimum And It Is Just As Harmful To Go Beyond It As Not To Attain It.

Those Who Spread Their Sails In The Right Way To The Winds Of The Earth Will Always Find Themselves Born By A Current Towards The Open Seas.

The Truth Is, Indeed, That Love Is The Threshold Of Another Universe.

Without You, Without Your Onslaughts, Without Your Uprootings Of Us, We Should Remain All Our Lives Inert, Stagnant, Puerile, Ignorant Both Of Ourselves And Of God. You Who Batter Us And Then Dress Our Wounds, You Who Resist Us And Yield To Us, You Who Wreck And Build, You Who Shackle And Liberate, The Sap Of Our Souls, The Hand Of God, The Flesh Of Christ: It Is You, Matter, That I Bless.