What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.

Patience strengthens the spirit, sweetens the temper, stifles anger, extinguishes envy, subdues pride, bridles the tongue.

And yet even in reaching for the beautiful there is beauty, and also in suffering whatever it is that one suffers en route.

When we get too caught up in the busyness of the world, we lose connection with one another - and ourselves.

We are a being only through our Illusion of Life.

The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.

The only measure of what you believe is what you do.

Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

Needing nothing really is the ultimate goal. And to have nothing to do with things.

I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the past.