I live my life day by day, and that's how I continue to live it.
I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.
(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.
Even now I know it: yes, all my hopes will be fulfilled. . . yes. . . the Lord will work wonders for me which will surpass infinitely my immeasurable desires.
The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
Murder and lying comes easy for white people.
For me, exploration is about that journey to the interior, into your own heart. I'm always wondering, how will I act at my moment of truth? Will I rise up and do what's right, even if every fiber of my being is telling me otherwise?
There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.
Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.