You are my Lord, because You have no need of my goodness.
Grant what Thou commandest, and command what Thou wilt.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
Without God, we cannot. Without us, God will not.
Anger is a weed; hate is a tree
I asked the whole frame of the world about my God; and he answered, I am not He, but He made me.