Written March 2014 – May -2014
Albeit the West is found wanting, it yet chides the soul who is not a busybody.
The life that is predestined to suffer is the life that is exceptionally glorious to God.
Loneliness calls out in the wilderness, yet few are brave enough to follow her voice.
To suffer alone is good; to suffer alone with a friend is better.
Women, by virtue, are prone to trust without qualification—no creature has proved to be more faithful.
How quickly do those who seek vain pleasure thereupon chortle: ‘I’m bored.’ Such are the ways of the feeble-minded.
Death is mankind’s chief enemy, yet it is the Christian’s chief consolation: a paradox of hope.