"Even though I grieve that I do not see you, I take some comfort in my pain. I have no patience with that spurious 'strength of character' that puts up patiently with the absence of good things. Do we not all long for the future Jerusalem? I cannot refrain from this longing; I would be inhuman if I could. Indeed, I derive some sweetness from my very lack of self-control. And in this sweet yearning I seek some small consolation."
-- Letter 27, 1
Prayer. Lord, show me the way I must travel that I may see you.
-- Soliloquies 1, 1