What a joy it is to serve God in the desert without manna, water, or any other consolation except that of being under his guidance, and to suffer for him. May the most holy Virgin bring you her blessings.
-St. Pio of Pietrelcina
Since happiness is nothing other than the enjoyment of the highest good and since the highest good is above, no one can be happy unless he rise above himself, not by an ascent of the body, but of the heart.
Psalm 102:5-8, 10, 13
Withered and dried up like grass is my heart;
I forget to eat my bread.
Because of my insistent sighing
I am reduced to skin and bone.
I am like a desert owl;
I have become like an owl among the ruins.
I am sleepless, and I moan;
I am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
For I eat ashes like bread
and mingle my drink with tears.
But you, O Lord, abide forever,
and your name through all generations.