Sometimes when I read certain spiritual treatises where perfection is shown through a thousand obstacles, surrounded by a host of snares, my poor little spirit quickly tires, I shut the learned book that makes my headache and dries up my heart, and I take up Sacred Scripture. Then everything seems luminous to me, one single word reveals infinite horizons to my soul, perfection seems easy, and I see that it is enough to recognize one’s own nothingness and abandon oneself like a child into God’s arms. Leaving to great souls, great spirits, the beautiful books that I cannot understand and still less put into practice, I rejoice to be little because only children and those who are like them will be admitted to the heavenly banquet.