My Jesus, when I am misunderstood and my soul is weary, I long to be alone with You for a while. The speech of mortals does not comfort me; do not send me, Lord, such messengers who speak only from themselves, what their nature dictates to them. Such comforters exhaust me greatly.
(Faustyna Kowalska /1905–1938/, Diary, V. notebook, 1461)