To the beautiful passage from Dostoevsky on the value of prayer (and I wish, by the way, that someone would tell me how to spell his name right -- we seem to have both spellings featured here on the blog), add this from Tennyson's Morte D'Arthur:

    More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

May our voices never cease to rise "night and day" to God on behalf of each other.

Comments

[Diane Singer]

According to my copy of "The Idiot," his name is spelled Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Lovely quotation, BTW. Thanks for sharing it.