Even If No Command To Pray Had

Simplicity Brings Back The Joys Of Paradise. Not That We Have Pure Pleasure Without A Moment's Suffering, But When We Are Surrendered To God, We Are Not Grasping For Pleasure, And Even Our Troubles Are Received With Thanksgiving. This Inner Harmony, And This Deliverance From Fear And The Tormenting Desires Of Self, Create A Satisfaction In The Soul Which Is Above All The Intoxicating Joys Of This World Put Together.

The Greatest Of All Crosses Is Self. If We Die In Part Every Day, We Shall Have But Little To Do On The Last. These Little Daily Deaths Will Destroy The Power Of The Final Dying.

No More Restless Uncertainties, No More Anxious Desires, No More Impatience At The Place We Are In; For It Is God Who Has Placed Us There, And Who Holds Us In His Arms. Can We Be Unsafe Where He Has Placed Us?

How Does Our Will Become Sanctified? By Conforming Itself Unreservedly To That Of God.

True Love Goes Ever Straight Forward, Not In Its Own Strength, But Esteeming Itself As Nothing. Then Indeed We Are Truly Happy. The Cross Is No Longer A Cross When There Is No Self To Suffer Under It.