the sacredness of which no earthly power may violate…
It is the sanctuary of the human heart.
It needs no fixed place for its confines,
no stated time for the opening of its gates,
no particular hour of silence for its prayer.
A thought, a word, a moment of reflection,
and by faith and by love, the
soul is within the blessed refuge, and
the gates are closed on the confusion of life
with all its noise and tumult.
It is secure against the bitterness
and the pain of persecution,
or hardship or trial,
or hurt of body,
or wound of earthly pride,
or failure of worldly ambition,
for there she is inviolable, sacred,
impregnable in the fortress of her own spirit.'
From The Living Pyx of Jesus, Pelligrini and Co, 1941, p.101
Painting: Gerard Dou