The majority of my patients consisted not of believers but of those who had lost their faith.

I should give myself completely into your hands — but who are you? I do not trust you. Not once to trust, is that my love for you, my joy in you? Do I not trust every valiant man, and not you, my soul? Your hand lies heavy on me, but I will, I will. Have I not sought to love men and trust them, and should I not do this with you?

Like plants, so men also grow, some in the light, others in the shadows. There are many who need the shadows and not the light.