Love Is A Gracious Host To His

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.

The Sorrowful Spirit Finds Relaxation In Solitude. It Abhors People, As A Wounded Deer Deserts The Herd And Lives In A Cave Until It Is Healed Or Dead.

To Be Closer To God, Be Closer To People.

Men Who Do Not Forgive Women Their Little Faults Will Never Enjoy Their Great Virtues.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.