What Can You Conceive More Silly And

All That Is Sweet, Delightful, And Amiable In This World, In The Serenity Of The Air, The Fineness Of Seasons, The Joy Of Light, The Melody Of Sounds, The Beauty Of Colors, The Fragrancy Of Smells, The Splendor Of Precious Stones, Is Nothing Else But Heaven Breaking Through The Veil Of This World.

Wherever Thou Goest, Whatever Thou Dost At Home, Or Abroad, In The Field, Or At Church, Do All In A Desire Of Union With Christ, In Imitation Of His Tempers And Inclinations, And Look Upon All As Nothing, But That Which Exercises, And Increases The Spirit And Life Of Christ In Thy Soul.

The Sun Meets Not The Springing Bud That Stretches Towards Him With Half The Certainty That God, The Source Of All Good, Communicates Himself To The Soul That Longs To Partake Of Him.

What Could Begin To Deny Self, If There Were Not Something In Man Different From Self?

God Seeth Different Abilities And Frailties Of Men, Which May Move His Goodness To Be Merciful To Their Different Improvements In Virtue.