Patience Obtains Everything.

In A State Of Grace, The Soul Is Like A Well Of Limpid Water, From Which Flow Only Streams Of Clearest Crystal. Its Works Are Pleasing Both To God And Man, Rising From The River Of Life, Beside Which It Is Rooted Like A Tree.

All Things Must Come To The Soul From Its Roots, From Where It Is Planted.

To Reach Something Good It Is Very Useful To Have Gone Astray, And Thus Acquire Experience.

Truth Suffers, But Never Dies.

Lord, How Thou Dost Afflict Thy Lovers!