It Matters Little How One Begins, Provided

Let The Enemy Rage At The Gate; Let Him Knock, Pound, Scream, Howl; Let Him Do His Worst. We Know For Certain That He Cannot Enter Our Soul Except By The Door Of Our Consent.

What Son Would Not Bring His Mother Back To Life And Would Not Bring Her Into Paradise After Her Death If He Could?

What We Need Is A Cup Of Understanding, A Barrel Of Love, And An Ocean Of Patience.

If, When Stung By Slander Or Ill-nature, We Wax Proud And Swell With Anger, It Is A Proof That Our Gentleness And Humility Are Unreal, And Mere Artificial Show.

Examine From Time To Time What Are The Dominant Passions Of Your Soul, And Having Ascertained This, Mold Your Life, So That In Thought, Word, And Deed You May As Far As Possible Counteract Them.