It is my own firm belief that the strength of the soul grows in proportion as you subdue the flesh.

I have my own strength.

Peace is its own reward.

Prayer is a confession of one's own unworthiness and weakness.

Commonsense is the realised sense of proportion.

As a rule, the mind, residing in a body that has become weakened by pampering, is also weak, and where there is no strength of mind there can be no strength of soul.