I watch over my love. If you were to light a big fire, and then a thousand obligations pulled you away from it and you didn't take care of it, it would gradually lose strength and eventually extinguish. Often add sacrifices to the fire of your love: joyful amazement, contemplation, a desire to join me, regret for the past, a fervent longing for my kingdom to come, and often plead with me to come, for I desire nothing more than to come. But I am like a shy poor man standing at the door, asking himself: "Am I thought of in this heart that I have redeemed?"
(Gabriela Bossis /1874–1950/, diary entry from February 25, 1943)
