DE wurden fan Sint Elizabeth Anne Seton bliuw yn myn holle ringen:

Be above the vain fears of nature and efforts of your enemy. You are children of eternity. Your immortal crown awaits you, and the best of Fathers waits there to reward your duty and love. You may indeed sow here in tears, but you may be sure there to reap in joy. (Fan in konferinsje nei har geastlike dochters)