For your will to mean something to me and to lead me somewhere, I necessarily need your love as well. I am asking you for it, and I am sure that I am asking you for what you yourself want: Father, give me your love, and I will give you my will. I love you a little already now, multiply this slight love countless times, and that will be enough for me.
(Carlo Carretto /1910–1988/, diary entry, 1955)