ms of Love there will
be no judgment. God will rather hasten to reward with eternal
delights His own Love which He will behold burning in their
hearts."

"To enjoy such a privilege, would it suffice to repeat that Act of
Oblation which you have composed?" "Oh, no! words do not suffice.
To be a true Victim of Love we must surrender ourselves entirely.
. . . _Love will consume us only in the measure of our
self-surrender."_

* * * * * *

I was grieving bitterly over a fault I had committed. "Take your
Crucifix," she said, "and kiss it." I kissed the Feet.

"Is that how a child kisses its father? Throw your arms at once
round His Neck and kiss His Face." When I had done so, she
continued: "That is not sufficient--He must return your caress." I
had to press the Crucifix to both my cheeks, whereupon she added:
"Now, all is forgiven."

* * * * * *

I told her one day that if I must be reproached I preferred
deserving it to being unjustly accused. "For my part," she
replied, "I prefer to be charged unjustly, because, having nothing
to reproach myself with, I offer gladly this little injustice to
God. Then, humbling myself, I think how easily I might have
deserved the reproach. The more you advance, the fewer the
combats; or rather, the more easy the victory, because the good
side of things will be more visible. Then your soul will soar
above creatures. As for me, I feel utterly indifferent to all
accusations because I have learned the hollowness of human
judgment."

She added further: "When misunderstood and judged unfavourably,
what benefit do we derive from defending ourselves? Leave things
as they are, and say nothing. It is so sweet to allow ourselves to
be judged anyhow, rightly or wrongly.

"It is not written in the Gospel that Saint Mary Magdalen put
forth excuses when charged by her sister with sitting idle at Our
Lord's Feet. She did not say: 'Martha, if you knew the happiness
that is mine and if you heard the words that I hear, you too would
leave everything to share my joy and my repose.' No, she preferred
to keep silent. . . . Blessed silence which giveth such peace to
the soul!"

* * * * * *

At a moment of temptation and struggle I received this note: "'The
just man shall correct me in mercy and shall reprove me; but let
not the oil of the sinner perfume my head.'[10] It is only by the
just that I can be either reproved or corrected, because all my
Sisters are pleas