The tree might appear to be dry; but, it will bloom, it will bear fruit; do not despair. God will make it sprout, provided the sap of repentance is still running. Come just one step forward, God and shall take a hundred towards you. Shed just one tear, He will wipe a hundred from your eyes... When the night grows chill, you draw the rug tighter around you, is it not? So too, when grief assails you, draw the warmth of the Name of the Lord closer round your mind.
- Divine Discourse, February 6, 1963