God is even kinder than you think.

When the soul, through its own fault... becomes rooted in a pool of pitch-black, evil smelling water, it produces nothing but misery and filth.

Let thy words be few when in the midst of many.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

Let there be no disappointment when obedience keeps you busy in outward tasks. If it sends you to the kitchen, remember that the Lord walks among the pots and pans.

Consider seriously how quickly people change, and how little trust is to be had in them; and hold fast to God, Who does not change.

All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.