A straw mattress, a little chair, a board for a desk, and there you have the furnishings, but it is filled with God and I spend such wonderful hours there alone with the Bridegroom. For me, the cell is something sacred, it is His intimate sanctuary, just for Him and His little bride. We are so much "together," I am silent. I listen to Him... it is good to hear everything He has to say.
Letters from Carmel: 168 [June 29, 1903]