Untilled Soil, However Fertile It May Be,

People In The World Pay Little Heed To Reason Where Their Own Interests Are Involved.

May God Protect Me From Gloomy Saints.

O My God, What Must A Soul Be Like When It Is In This State! It Longs To Be All One Tongue With Which To Praise The Lord. It Utters A Thousand Pious Follies, In A Continuous Endeavor To Please Him Who Thus Possesses It.

Humility Does Not Disturb Or Disquiet Or Agitate, However Great It May Be; It Comes With Peace, Delight, And Calm. . . . The Pain Of Genuine Humility Doesn't Agitate Or Afflict The Soul; Rather, This Humility Expands It And Enables It To Serve God More.

Never Affirm Anything Unless You Are Sure It Is True.