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Be Praised, O My Lord By Brother Wind, By Air And Cloud And Every Clime To Whom Thou Givest Sustenance Unto Their Kind.

When I Think Of The Happiness That Is In Store For Me, Every Sorrow, Every Pain Becomes Dear To Me.

You Damned Spirits! You Can Only Do What The Hand Of God Allows You To Do.

When We Pray To God We Must Be Seeking Nothing - Nothing.

Blessed Is The Servant Who Loves His Brother As Much When He Is Sick And Useless As When He Is Well And An Be Of Service To Him. And Blessed Is He Who Loves His Brother As Well When He Is Afar Off As When He Is By His Side, And Who Would Say Nothing Behind His Back He Might Not, In Love, Say Before His Face.