“But you must learn to distinguish the fire of supernatural love from the raving of the senses. It is difficult even for the saints.” “But how can the good love be recognized?” I asked, trembling. “What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does.
