“There is but one Lover of souls,’ cried Caecilius, ‘and he loves each one of us, as though there were no one else to love.
He died for each one of us, as if there were no one else to die for. He died on the shameful cross… The love which he inspires lasts, for it is the love of the unchangeable. It satisfies, for he is inexhaustible. The nearer we draw to him, the more triumphantly does he enter into us; the longer he dwells in us, the more intimately we have possession of him. It is an espousal for eternity.”
– Bl. John Henry Newman, May nothing separate me from the love of Christ, Call., 222