John Chrysostom, on Isa 57:19

“I created the fruit of the lips, peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, said the Lord, and I healed him.”

“But let us humble our own souls by almsgiving and forgiving our neighbors their trespasses, by not remembering injuries or avenging ourselves. If we continually reflect on our sins, no external circumstances can make us elated, neither riches, nor power, nor authority nor honor; no, even should we sit in the imperial chariot itself, we cry bitterly.”

Imported from an open dataset — not yet checked against the printed edition.