From a Persian Scrap, translated by Bronson Alcott

"One knocked at the beloved's door, and a voice asked from within, 'Who is there?' And he answered, 'It is I.' Then the voice said, 'This room will not hold me and thee'; and the door was not opened. Then went the lover into the desert, and fasted and prayed in solitude. And after a year he returned and knocked again at the door. And again the voice asked, 'Who is there?' And he said, 'It is thyself.' And the door was opened to him."

Dis-ease

The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for, and deserted by everybody. The greatest evil is the lack of love and charity, the terrible indifference toward one's neighbor who lives at the roadside, assaulted by exploitation, corruption, poverty and disease.
--Mother Teresa