I know of one means only by which to attain to perfection: LOVE. Let us
love, since our heart is 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: TO LOVE.
But on whom shall our poor heart 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, and above all will he be able to repay? There exists but
one Being capable of comprehending love; it is Jesus; He alone can give us back
infinitely more than we shall ever give to him.
Letter to her
cousin, Marie Guerin
