There is a grace of kind listening, as well as a grace of kind speaking.
Kind words are the music of the world. They have a power which seems to be beyond natural causes, as if they were some angel's song which had lost its way and come to earth.
Each hour comes with some little faggot of God's will fastened upon its back.
He (God) never comes to those who do not wait.
For right is right, since God is God.
God always fills in all hearts all the room which is left Him there.