I have never seen a mystic whose idea of love was not entirely at fault in its very nature it was something in man, which needed to be satisfied, instead of being something in God, which satisfied the heart profoundly, infinitely, and perfectly. Thence, unheard-of efforts to abase oneself, to vilify oneself, and to speak evil of oneself, as if a saved one could be anything in the presence of a Savior, instead of being nothing and forgetting himself in the presence of so much love. 182