There will surely be days when you feel the void in your soul, when you know what it is to be abandoned, when you know aridity, like a flower deprived of the rays of the sun, and which lacks even moonlight; and you will be rocked by the north wind that dries up your heart… I had only tears to translate the sadness of my soul, and often those tears failed me, too. I had but one consolation: to accept all of good heart, by love.
Little Brother Marcel Văn CSsR (1928–1959)