17. Your guardians are like locusts, and your little ones are like locusts among locusts, which alight on hedges on a cold day. The sun rose up, and they flew away, and there was no way to know the place where they had been.





“Se precisamos ter paciência para suportar os defeitos dos outros, quanto mais ainda precisamos para tolerar nossos próprios defeitos!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina