Patience Obtains Everything.

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.

It Is Not So Essential To Think Much As To Love Much.

Love Draws Forth Love.

[last Words:] My Lord, It Is Time To Move On. Well Then, May Your Will Be Done. O My Lord And My Spouse, The Hour That I Have Longed For Has Come. It Is Time To Meet One Another.

Patience Attains All That It Strives For. He Who Has God Finds He Lacks Nothing: God Alone Suffices.