The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
Above the clouds the sky is always blue.
Time is but a shadow, a dream; already God sees us in glory and takes joy in our eternal beatitude. How this thought helps my soul! I understand then why He lets us suffer.
Never stop wanting for your magic
She is more Mother than Queen.
The great majority of men use their own short-sighted ideas as a yardstick for measuring the divine omnipotence.