To Me The Highest Thing, After God,

Men Are Not Only Together When They Are With Each Other; Even The Distant And The Dead Live With Us.

Anyone Who Tells A Lie Has Not A Pure Heart, And Cannot Make A Good Soup.

I Want To Seize Fate By The Throat.

Recommend To Your Children Virtue; That Alone Can Make Them Happy, Not Gold.

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.