The Tree That Is Beside

Love Draws Forth Love.

Jacob Did Not Cease To Be A Saint Because He Had To Attend To His Flocks.

All Things Must Come To The Soul From Its Roots, From Where It Is Planted.

What Misery To Live In This World! We Are Like Men Whose Enemies Are At The Door, Who Must Not Lay Aside Their Arms, Even While Sleeping Or Eating, And Are Always In Dread Lest The Foe Should Enter The Fortress By Some Breach In The Walls. O My Lord And My All! How Canst Thou Wish Us To Prize Such A Wretched Existence?

There Are More Tears Shed Over Answered Prayers Than Over Unanswered Prayers.