Each of us has a soul, but we forget to value it.

How is it, Lord, that we are cowards in everything, save in opposing Thee?

If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time we shall need a spade and a hoe to uproot it. It is just so I think when we commit a fault, however small, each day and do not cure ourselves of it.

Be gentle to all and stern with yourself.