Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in … - Leo Tolstoy

"He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death.

In place of death there was light."

What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost and forgotten. The wound was healing from inside.

الحياة الروحية تُعاش، لا تُلقن.
وكسب الحياة يكون بخدمة الناس، لا يإعتزالهم.
وفهم الكتاب المقدس هو بحرية العقل، ونقاء القلب، لا بالترديد الأعمى.