“The monk must die to his neighbour and never judge him at all, in any way whatever.”

Her delight in the divine scriptures was incredible. She was forever singing, “Thy words have I hid in mine heart that I might not sin against thee…”

"...if we are anxious to reach abiding perfection of heart we must constantly endeavour to obtain the virtue of humility."

"Abba Longinus said that just as a corpse does not feel anything or judge anyone, so the man who is humble of mind cannot judge anyone, even if he should see him worshipping idols."

They slapped Him, buffeted Him, mocked Him, nailed Him to the Cross, gave Him vinegar with gall to drink, and pierced His side. He endured all of this for our salvation, and yet we cannot endure a small insult for His sake?

"...may my soul be received into Your hands spotless and undefiled, as an offering before You."

May you who have power on earth to forgive sins, forgive me, that I may draw breath and that I be found in your presence.