“How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak:How Low am I? I am not yet so LowBut that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes”

“I am running low on solutions.”

“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!Thou art the Potter and I am the clay.”

“And I had forgotten to get more Sweet’N Low, so I had to drink coffee as bitter as I am.”

“Thy will be done. I yield up everything.'The life is more than meat' -- then more than health;'The body more than raiment' -- then more than wealth;The hairs I made not, thou art numbering.Thou art my life--I the brook, thou the spring.Because thine eyes are open, I can see;Because thou art thyself, 'tis therefore I am me.”

“I am not my heart rate. I am not my skills. I am not my sleeping problems. I am not my stress. I am not my fears. I am not how I look like. I am the very essence of me. I am my will. I am my passion. I am my beliefs. I am how much I can give and receive love. I am infinite and possible. I am my soul.”