Life isn't like a book. Life isn't logical or sensible or orderly. Life is a mess most of the time. And theology must be lived in the midst of that mess.
Did universal charity prevail, earth would be a heaven, and hell a fable.
Of present fame think little and of future less, the praises that we receive after we are buried like the flowers that are strewed over our grave may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.
Patience is the support of weakness, impatience the ruin of strength.