In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry,… — Matsuo Basho Copy Share Image
“When you are praying alone, and your spirit is dejected … remember then that God the Trinity looks upon you with eyes brighter than the sun. (St. John of Kronstadt)” — Paraclete Press Editors Copy Share Image
