Miłość czyniła moje cierpienie słodkim.

I submitted myself to Mary as Mother and asked her to obtain peace for my spirit, tormented by the darkness of faith. It occurred to me that one day I would look at these sorrows with great joy, if I endure them out of love for the one I admire and love as my dear Mother. And even now, the hope for this joy dried my tears. This thought filled me with love. This love made my suffering sweet.

(Maria Teresa Scrilli /1825–1889/)