The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be Happy! How Pleased We Are With It! How All-sufficient We Think It! How, Being In Possession Of The False Aim Of Life, Happiness, We Forget The True Aim, Duty!

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act.

As For Methods Of Prayer, All Of Them Are Good As Long As They Are Sincere.