Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.
For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.
I would prefer a thousand times to receive reproofs than to give them to others.
Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.
Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart