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Nothing Is Sweeter Than Love, Nothing More Courageous, Nothing Higher, Nothing Wider, Nothing More Pleasant, Nothing Fuller Nor Better In Heaven And Earth; Because Love Is Born Of God, And Cannot Rest But In God, Above All Created Things.

Whoever Puts His Confidence In Men Or In Any Creature Is Very Foolish.

Though Weary, It Is Not Tired: Though Pressed It Is Not Straightened; Though Alarmed, It Is Not Confounded; But As A Living Flame It Forces Itself Upwards And Securely Passes Through All.

He Is Truly Great That Is Little In Himself, And That Maketh No Account Of Any Height Of Honors.

Love Alone Makes Heavy Burdens Light And Bears In Equal Balance Things Pleasing And Displeasing. Love Bears A Heavy Burden And Does Not Feel It, And Love Makes Bitter Things Tasteful And Sweet.