I ask you neither for health nor for sickness, for life nor for death; but that you may dispose my health and my sickness, my life and death for your glory... You alone know what is expedient for me; you are the sovereign master; do with me according to your will. Give to me, or take away from me, only conform my will to yours, I know but one thing, Lord, that it is good to follow you, and bad to offend you. Apart from that, I know not what is good or bad in anything. I know not which is most profitable to me...health or sickness, wealth or poverty, not anything else in the world. That discernment is beyond the power of men or angles, and is hidden among the secrets of you Providence, which I adore, but do not seek to fathom.
- a prayer by Blasé Pascal