There is nothing wrong with feeling painfully the wounds inflicted on your sensitivity. I prefer this to knowing that you are insensitive. Sensitivity is another rose whose petals we can pluck for Jesus until the end of our miserable lives. And only in heaven will our suffering cease, but after cleansing through trials, it will somewhat resemble that so very trembling, perfect, and loving sensitivity of Jesus.
(Cardinal Charles Journet /1891–1975/, correspondence)