“You pray, but hath your thought e'er weighed how empty vain the prayer must be,
That begs a boon already giv'en, or craves a change of law to see?”

“From me you fly! Ah! let me crave,
By these poor tears, that hand you gave—
Since, parting with my woman's pride,
My madness leaves me nought beside—
By that our wedlock, by the rite
Which, but begun, could yet unite,
If e'er my kindness held you bound,
If e'er in me your joy you found,
Look on this falling house, and still,
If prayer can touch you, change your will.”

“Perchance your prayers will earn your grace, but then you will see nothing of what comes to pass, as you will rest in the arms of the angels. Pray, lady; continue to pray!”

“As for how you pray, the words do not matter if they are sincere. Turn your prayer book upside down and face the infinite.”

“Call no faith false which e'er hath brought
Relief to any laden life,
Cessation to the pain of thought,
Refreshment mid the dust of strife.”

“Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites as apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving, too, and full as vain.”

“Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.”

“The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.”

“How do you pray a prayer so filled with faith that it can move a mountain? By shifting your focus from the size of your mountain to the sufficiency of the Mountain Mover and then stepping forward in obedience.”

“Just when you thought that you already learned the way how to live, life changes - and you're left the same as you begun.”