Above the clouds the sky is always blue.

nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.

I am not afraid of a fight; I have to do my duty, come what may.

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

He is not far off; He is there, very close. He is looking at us, and He is begging this sorrow, this agony from us. He needs it for souls and for our soul... Alas, it does pain Him to give us sorrows to drink, but He knows this is the only means of preparing us to know Him as He knows Himself and to become God's ourselves.