I love Eleanor Roosevelt. If I could pick anyone to know, it would be here. I'm reading a book about her and in the front is her nightly prayer as remembered by her son Elliott. I'm not an especially spiritual person, but I still know it's the most beautiful prayer I've ever heard:
Our Father, who has set a restlessness in our hearts and made us all seekers after that which we can never fully find, forbid us to be satisfied with what we make of life. Draw us from base content and set our eyes on far-off goals. Keep us at tasks to hard for us that we may be driven to Thee for strength. Deliver us from fretfulness and self-pitying; make us sure of the good we cannot see and of the hidden good in the world. Open our eyes to simple beauty all around us and our hearts to the loveliness men hide from us because we do not try to understand them. Save us from ourselves and show us a vision of a world made new.