I cannot tell, for I have no very clear memory.

The Power which does not break the bruised reed tempered the storm to my frailty.

I could not envisage the future, and so was mercifully enabled to look only to the moment.

I knew that pain was coming; but I was already in pain, and the sick man does not trouble himself about degrees of suffering.

Death, too, was coming; but for that I had been long ready.