All that I beg of Thee, O my God, is to enable me, ere my
soul departeth from my body, to attain Thy good-pleasure, even were it granted
to me for a moment tinier than the infinitesimal fraction of a mustard seed.
For if it departeth while Thou art pleased with me, then I shall be free from
every concern or anxiety; but if it abandoneth me while Thou art displeased
with me, then, even had I wrought every good deed, none would be of any avail,
and had I earned every honour and glory, none would serve to exalt me. - The
Báb ('Selections from the Writings of the Báb')
