He Who Complains, Sins.

Fear Is A Greater Evil Than Evil Itself.

I Have Made A Pact With My Tongue, Not To Speak When My Heart Is Disturbed.

The Spirit Cannot Endure The Body When Overfed, But, If Underfed, The Body Cannot Endure The Spirit.

He Who Complains, Sins.

I See Crosses At Every Turn. My Flesh Shudders Over It, But My Heart Adores Them. Yes, I Hail You, Crosses Little And Great, I Hail You, And Kiss Your Feet, Unworthy Of The Honor Of Your Shadow.