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In prayer we call ourselves 'worms of the dust', but it is only on a sort of tacit understanding that the remark shall not be taken at par.

Give us grace and strength to preserve. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind. Spare to us our friends and soften to us our enemies. Give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

God punishes us mildly by ignoring our prayers and severely by answering them.

Only man, among living things, says prayers. Or needs to.

What men usually ask of God when they pray is that two and two not make four.

In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer.

I pray on the principle that wine knocks the cork out of a bottle. There is an inward fermentation, and there must be a vent.

They who have steeped their soul in prayer can every anguish calmly bear.

Unless I had the spirit of prayer, I could do nothing.

Prayer is an end to isolation. It is living our daily life with someone; with him who alone can deliver us from solitude.

Prayer moves the hand that moves the world.

Prayer changes things.

Prayer does not change God, but it changes him who prays.

There is no hope but in prayer.

We can do nothing without prayer. All things can be done by importunate prayer. It surmounts or removes all obstacles, overcomes every resisting force and gains its ends in the face of invincible hindrances.

By prayer we couple the powers of heaven to our helplessness, the powers which can capture strongholds and make the impossible possible.

Faith, and hope, and patience and all the strong, beautiful, vital forces of piety are withered and dead in a prayerless life. The life of the individual believer, his personal salvation, and personal Christian graces have their being, bloom, and fruitage in prayer.

Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.

Though we cannot by our prayers give God any information, yet we must by our prayers give him honor.