After You Die, You Wear

The Hour I Have Long Wished For Is Now Come.

God Is Even Kinder Than You Think.

The Custom Of Speaking To God Almighty As Freely As With A Slave - Caring Nothing Whether The Words Are Suitable Or Not, But Simply Saying The First Thing That Comes To Mind From Being Learnt By Rote By Frequent Repetition - Cannot Be Called Prayer: God Grant That No Christian May Address Him In This Manner.

Accustom Yourself Continually To Make Many Acts Of Love, For They Enkindle And Melt The Soul.

Prayer Is An Act Of Love; Words Are Not Needed. Even If Sickness Distracts From Thoughts, All That Is Needed Is The Will To Love.