Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.
Let's ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace.
When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.