I don’t want to go through life in first class when...

I love our Lord Jesus, even though with a heart that wishes to love more and better, but finally, I love Him and I could not bear to live any other life than His, a life of comfort and honors, when His life was the hardest and in the greatest contempt ever. I do not want to pass through life in first class when the one I love passed through it in last.

(Charles de Foucauld /1858–1916/, letter to cousin)