The science of love! Sweet is the echo of that word to the ear of my soul. I desire no other science. _Having given all my substance for it_, like the spouse in the Canticles, _I think that I have given nothing_.[1] One evening, at a loss for words to tell Jesus how I loved Him and how much I wished that He might be everywhere served and glorified, I reflected with pain that not one act of love would ever mount upwards from out of the depths of hell. Then I cried out that willingly would I consent to see myself plunged into that place of torment and blasphemy, in order that He might be loved there eternally. That could not really glorify Him since He desires only our happiness, but love mak…
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