_In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us_.–ROM. viii. 37.

Thus my soul before her God Lieth still, nor speaketh more, Conqueror thus o’er pain and wrong, That once smote her to the core; Like a silent ocean, bright With her God’s great praise and light.
J. J. WINCKLER.
My mind is forever closed against embarrassment and perplexity, against uncertainty, doubt, and anxiety; my heart against grief and desire. Calm and unmoved, I look down on all things, for I know that I cannot explain a single event, nor comprehend its connection with that which alone concerns me. In His world all things prosper; this satisfies me, and in this belief I stand fast as a rock. My breast is steeled against annoyance on account of personal offences and vexations, or exultation in personal merit; for my whole personality has disappeared in the contemplation of the purpose of my being.
J. G. FICHTE.