He often deplores our blindness, and is always complaining that we are to be pitied for being satisfied with so little. God, He says, has boundless treasures to give us, and a moment's sense of devotion is enough for us. We are blind who so bind the hands of God, and we stem the abundance of his grace. When he finds a soul imbued with living faith, into it he pours grace on grace, a flowing stream, as it were which checked in its proper course, and finding a new outlet spreads wide with force, abundantly.
...However, we must go on working, for in the life of the spirit not to go on is to lose ground. Those who have the mind of the holy Spirit, sail on, even when they are asleep. If the small ship of our soul is still beaten by the winds and the storm, let us awaken the Lord who sleeps in it, and he will soon calm the sea.