“Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.”
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As I pass it, I feel as if I saw a dear old mother, sweet in her weakness, trembling at the approach of her dissolution, but not appealing to me against the inevitable, rather endeavouring to reassure me by her patience, and pointing to a hopeful future.
Thank God my parents had an abundance of patience.
Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.
It is strange that the years teach us patience that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.
