I know of one means only by which to attain perfection: LOVE. Let us love since our hearts are made for nothing else. Sometimes I seek another word to express Love, but in this land of exile, the word which begins and ends (St. Augustine) is quite incapable of rendering the vibrations of the soul; we must then adhere to this simple and only word: LOVE.
But on whom shall our poor hearts lavish its love? Who shall be found that is great enough to be the recipient of its treasures? Will a human being know how to comprehend them?
-24-year-old St. Theresa of Lisieux 1893