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O God, The Creature Knows Not To What End Thou Hast Made Him; Teach Him, And Write In The Depths Of His Soul That The Clay Must Suffer Itself To Be Shaped At The Will Of The Potter.

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.

There Are Some People Who Think That They Should Be Always Mourning, That They Should Put A Continual Constraint Upon Themselves, And Feel A Disgust For Those Amusements To Which They Are Obliged To Submit. For My Own Part, I Confess That I Know Not How To Conform Myself To These Rigid Notions. I Prefer Something More Simple, Which I Also Think Would Be More Pleasing To God.

Make This Simple Rule The Guide Of Your Life: To Have No Will But God's.

The Blood Of A Nation Ought Never To Be Shed Except For Its Own Preservation In The Utmost Extremity.