Jesus, allow me to tell you in the abundance of my gratitude that your love reaches the point of madness... How can you want my heart to not leap towards you in front of this madness? How could my trust have boundaries? … I know, the saints committed acts of madness for you, they did great things because they were eagles… Jesus, I am too small to do great things… My madness is the hope that your love will accept me as a sacrifice…
(Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face, ms. B 4v)