An unknown Italian, A Year with the Saints — November… (1891)
“ Finding no support, consolation, or repose in anything, he goes constantly in search of his Beloved, without ever being weary; so that at work or at table, waking or sleeping, in every employment or conversation, his whole thought and his whole aim is to find the Beloved, for his heart is where his treasure is. In one word, he is like a lover who sighs only for the sight of his love, and whose love is his all.----St. John ChrysostomZeno the Monk, being absorbed in contemplation, went about one day crying aloud like a madman. ”
