In Light Of Heaven, The

Christ Has No Body Now But Mine. He Prays In Me, Works In Me, Looks Through My Eyes, Speaks Through My Words, Works Through My Hands, Walks With My Feet And Loves With My Heart.

Patient Endurance Attends To All Things.

Souls Who Do Not Practice Prayer Are Like People Whose Limbs Are Paralyzed.

I Only Wish I Could Write With Both Hands, So As Not To Forget One Thing While I Am Saying Another.

We Know Only That We Are Living In These Bodies And Have A Vague Idea, Because We Have Heard It, And Because Our Faith Tells Us So, That We Possess Souls. As To What Good Qualities There May Be In Our Souls, Or Who Dwells Within Them, Or How Precious They Are, Those Are Things Which Seldom Consider And So We Trouble Little About Carefully Preserving The Soul's Beauty.