That fear of missing out on things makes you miss out on everything.

I don’t want to be anything special. I only want to try to be true to that in me which seeks to fulfill its promise.

I'm afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

I would be so exhausted by my determination that I had no strength left to do the actual work.

Every day I shall put my papers in order and every day I shall say farewell. And the real farewell, when it comes, will only be a small outward confirmation of what has been accomplished within me from day to day.

Life is good, after all...and that's what stays with me, even now, even when I'm about to be packed off to Poland.

I think what weakens people most is fear of wasting their strength.