by Teresa of Avila
May His Majesty help me to find comfort in what is really comfort, to call honour what is really honour and to take delight in what is really delight, and not the other way round. Not a fig shall I care then for all the devils in hell; it is they who should fear me. I do not understand these fears. "Oh the devil, the devil!" we say, when we should be saying "God! God!" and making the devil tremble. Of course we should, for we know he cannot move a finger unless the Lord wills it. Whatever are we thinking of? I am quite sure I am more afraid of people who are themselves terrified of the devil than I am of the devil himself. For he cannot harm me in the least, whereas they, especially if they are confessors, can upset people a great deal, and for several years they were such a trial to me that I marvel now that I was able to bear it. Blessed be the Lord Who has been of such real help to me!
Teresa of Avila 1515-1582