“Strive to close the eyes of the body and open those of the soul and look into your own heart.”

Teach by works more than words.

The life of the spirit is not our life, but the life of God within us.

Never affirm anything unless you are sure it is true.

What peace can we hope to find elsewhere if we have none within us.

Christ does not force our will, He only takes what we give Him. But He does not give Himself entirely until He sees that we yield ourselves entirely to Him.

Always think of yourself as everyone’s servant; look for Christ Our Lord in everyone and you will then have respect and reverence for them all.

Whoever has God lacks nothing. God alone suffices.

About the injunction of the Apostle Paul that women should keep silent in church? Don’t go by one text only.

Happy the heart where love has come to birth.

We need no wings to go in search of Him, but have only to look upon Him present within us.

Let there be no disappointment when obedience keeps you busy in outward tasks. If it sends you to the kitchen, remember that the Lord walks among the pots and pans.

Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life. . . . If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing.

To have courage for whatever comes in life – everything lies in that.

Prayer is a friendly conversation with the One we know loves us.

Oh, my Lord! How true it is that whoever works for you is paid in troubles! And what a precious price to those who love you if we understand its value.

We always find that those who walked closest to Christ were those who had to bear the greatest trials.

I feel money is power in certain senses. A lot of women out there are just givin’ it away. And then there are the women that’re selling their bodies. But they chose to do that. But this is how they make their money. And I don’t see anything wrong with that.

My body aches for you and I think it always will.

All those years of skating and dancing have carried over. I can’t design anything without thinking of how a woman’s body will look and move when she’s wearing it.

My body knew you weren’t coming back before my mind did.

When the mind is busy, the stomach cannot complain of hunger too.

One ever feels his twoness – an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

My body is covered in scars where silver blades kisses my skin and pretended to be love.