However Softly We Speak, God Is Near

One Must Not Think That A Person Who Is Suffering Is Not Praying. He Is Offering Up His Sufferings To God, And Many A Time He Is Praying Much More Truly Than One Who Goes Away By Himself And Meditates His Head Off, And, If He Has Squeezed Out A Few Tears, Thinks That Is Prayer.

When We Accept What Happens To Us And Make The Best Of It, We Are Praising God.

Patience Attains All That It Strives For. He Who Has God Finds He Lacks Nothing: God Alone Suffices.

Hope, O My Soul, Hope. You Know Neither The Day Nor The Hour.

What A Miserable Life Is This! There Is No Happiness That Is Secure And Nothing That Does Not Change.