God bless you and utterly satisfy your heart...with Himself.

Let nothing be said about anyone unless it passes through the three sieves: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

There are many rooms in the House of Pain.

Those who think too much of themselves don't think enough.

O Thou who art my quietness, my deep repose, My rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill, Fair is Thy pavilion, where I hold me still. Back let them fall from me, my clamorous foes, Confusions multiplied; From crowding things of sense I flee, and Thee I hide. Until this tyranny be overpast, Thy hand will hold me fast; What though the tumult of the storm increase, Grant to Thy servant strength, O Lord, and bless with peace.

One must as willingly be nothing, as something.

Prayer is the core of the day. Take prayer out, and the day would collapse.