Be at peace with your own soul, then heaven and earth will be at peace with you.

The prayer of one who does not consider himself a sinner is not accepted by the Lord.

Above anything, welcome silence, for it brings fruits that no tongue can speak of, neither can it be explained.

Conquer evil people by gentle kindness, and make zealous people wonder at your goodness. Put the lover of legality to shame by your compassion.

Love is the fruit of prayer ... Patiently abiding in prayer signifies a man's renunciation of himself. Therefore the self-denial of the soul turns into love for God.

As a handful of sand thrown into the ocean, so are the sins of all flesh as compared with the mind of God.

The man with a heart cannot think about or see creatures without his eyes filling up with tears because of the immense compassion which seizes his heart.

Someone who bears a grudge while he prays is like a person who sows in the sea and expects to reap a harvest.

The man who follows Christ in solitary mourning is greater than he who praises Christ amid the congregation of men.

This life has been given to you for repentance; do not waste it in vain pursuits.

God requires not the doing of the commandments for their own sake, but the correction of the soul, for whose sake He established the commandments.

God’s sovereign will is not at the whim and mercy of our person and individual responses to it.

What's wonderful about Into The Woods is that you have a combination of all the most famous fairytales in this one story.

I just know that I could never spend a winter in Chicago or some place like that. Im just not a cold weather person.

I do not know exactly why, but it seems to me that images do not belong to anybody but are instead there, at the disposal of all.

I'd be lying to you if I said guys weren't afraid of him. I'm afraid of him, afraid of him running in to me.

I always try to make work that activates the viewer to be a co-producer of our shared reality.

You show me a perfect person and I'll show you somebody who has lived a very closed life.

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.

The preparations are what they are. We're here. The storm is coming. We are as best prepared as we can be as the eye of the storm approaches.

Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.