Only Jesus is beautiful, only He can comfort me. I call upon Him, I weep for Him, I seek Him in my soul. Jesus can internally crush me, so that I may become a pure host in which He could rest. I would like to thirst for love, so that other souls may have this love too. Thus, I would die completely to creatures and to myself, in order to make room for Him.
(St. Teresa of Los Andes, 1900–1920, Diary and letters)