Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.
Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.
Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty.
Let's ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace.