Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.
The more I work with the body, keeping my assumptions in a temporary state of reservation, the more I appreciate and sympathize with a given disease. The body no longer appears as a sick or irrational demon, but as a process with its own inner logic and wisdom.
It is our best work that God wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think he must prefer quality to quantity.