In one single moment and at the same time, love labours and rests in
its beloved. And the one is strengthened by the other; for the loftier
the love, the greater is the rest, and the greater the rest, the
closer is the love; for the one lives in the other, and he who loves
not rests not, neither does he who rests not know aught of love. There
are, nevertheless, some righteous men who believe that they neither
love nor rest in God. But this thought itself springs from love, and
because their desire to love is greater than their ability, therefore
it seems to them that they are powerless to love. And in this labour
they taste of love and rest, for none except the resigned, passive, and
enlightened man can understand how one may rest and also enjoy.