Were In Prayer, As Indeed You Ought

Let Us Endeavor To Commence Every Enterprise With A Pure View To The Glory Of God, Continue It Without Distraction, And Finish It Without Impatience.

It Is This Unquiet Self-love That Renders Us So Sensitive. The Sick Man, Who Sleeps Ill, Thinks The Night Long. We Exaggerate, From Cowardice, All The Evils Which We Encounter; They Are Great, But Our Sensibility Increases Them. The True Way To Bear Them Is To Yield Ourselves Up With Confidence To God.

There Is No True And Constant Gentleness Without Humility. While We Are So Fond Of Ourselves, We Are Easily Offended With Others. Let Us Be Persuaded That Nothing Is Due To Us, And Then Nothing Will Disturb Us. Let Us Often Think Of Our Own Infirmities, And We Will Become Indulgent Towards Those Of Others.

Thou Lovest Like An Infinite God When Thou Lovest; Thou Movest Heaven And Earth To Save Thy Loved Ones. Thou Becomest Man, A Babe, The Vilest Of Men, Covered With Reproaches, Dying With Infamy And Under The Pangs Of The Cross; All This Is Not Too Much For An Infinite Love.

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.