„Though you inflict upon me such cruel tortures, even so I thank you, and owe you much, Love, for you opened my breast with so generous a wound and have so mastered my heart,

that it truly adores a divine and living object, most beautiful image of God on earth. Let him who will, think my fate cruel because it kills in hope and revives in desire.

I am nourished by my high enterprise; and although the soul does not attain the end desired and is consumed by so much zeal,

it is enough that it burns in so noble a fire; it is enough that I have been raised to the sky and delivered from the ignoble number.”