We Know Well Only What We Are

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

Tell Me What You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are Is True Enough, But I'd Know You Better If You Told Me What You Reread.

That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It Never Comes Too Late.

We Know Well Only What We Are Deprived Of.

We Are, All Of Us, Molded And Remolded By Those Who Have Loved Us, And Though That Love May Pass, We Remain None The Less Their Work--a Work That Very Likely They Do Not Recognize, And Which Is Never Exactly What They Intended.