O my Beloved, how shall I show my love, since love proves itself by deeds? I have no other means of proving my love than to strew flowers, and these flowers will be each word and look, each little daily sacrifice. I wish to make profit out of the smallest actions and to do them all for Love. For Love’s sake I wish to suffer and to rejoice: so shall I strew my flowers… Should my roses be gathered from amid thorns, I will nevertheless sing; and the longer and sharper the thorns, the sweeter will grow my song.
Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face