I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had no where else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.

Lord make me an instrument of thy peace.Where there is hatred let me sow loveWhere there is injury pardonWhere there is doubt faithWhere there is despair hopeWhere there is darkness lightAnd where there is sadness joy.O Divine Master grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console to be understood as to understand to be loved as to love.For it is in giving that we receiveIt is in pardoning that we are pardonedand it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of ones weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.