"I experienced these words in the Canticles:
'They name is as [precious] ointment poured fourth, therefore the virgins love thee' (Song 1:3)
I did not sleep that whole night because Your love, O my God, FLOWED IN ME LIKE A DELICIOUS OIL, and burned as a fire which was going to devour all that was left of self.
I was suddenly so altered that I was hardly to be known either by myself or others. I found no longer those troublesome faults or reluctances. They disappeared, being consumed like chaff in a great fire."
- Jeanne Guyon
