The Most Ferocious Animals Are Disarmed By

To Be Perfectly Happy It Does Not Suffice To Possess Happiness, It Is Necessary To Have Deserved It.

Can Human Nature Ever Be Wholly And Radically Transformed? Can The Man Whom God Made Good Be Made Wicked By Man? Can The Soul Be Reshaped In Its Entirety By Destiny And Made Evil Because Destiny Is Evil? Can The Heart Become Misshapen And Afflicted With Ugly, Incurable Deformities Under Disproportionate Misfortune, Like A Spinal Column Bent Beneath A Too Low Roof?

I'm Not In The World To Guard My Own Life, But To Guard Souls

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.