Both the good and the pleasant present themselves to a man. The calm soul examines them well and discriminates. Yes, he prefers the good to the pleasant; but the fool chooses the pleasant out of greed and avarice.
That happiness which comes after misery is all the more enjoyable; it is to one scorched in the sun that the shade of the tree gives exceptional relief.
Love flows through a union that lives up to mutual responsibility. Love is not self-seeking, it’s not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong.
Perfection is the exclusive attribute of God, and it is indescribable, untranslatable. I do believe that it is possible for human beings to become perfect, even as God is perfect. It is necessary for all of us to aspire after that perfection but when that blessed state is attained, it becomes indescribable, indefinable.
