Ask What Time Is, It Is Nothing

Love Has No Errors, For All Errors Are The Want For Love.

All The Wants Which Disturb Human Life, Which Make Us Uneasy To Ourselves, Quarrelsome With Others, And Unthankful To God, Which Weary Us In Vain Labors And Foolish Anxieties, Which Carry Us From Project To Project, From Place To Place In A Poor Pursuit Of We Don't Know What, Are The Wants Which Neither God, Nor Nature, Nor Reason Hath Subjected Us To, But Are Solely Infused Into Us By Pride, Envy, Ambition, And Covetousness.

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.

Be Intent Upon The Perfection Of The Present Day.

Let Every Creature Have Your Love. Love, With Its Fruits Of Meekness, Patience, And Humility, Is All That We Can Wish For Ourselves And Our Fellow Creatures. For This Is To Live In God, United With Him, Both For Time And Eternity. To Desire To Communicate Good To Everyone, In The Degree That We Can And To Which Each Person Is Capable Of Receiving From Us, Is A Divine Temper, For Thus God Stands Unchangeably Disposed Towards The Whole Creation.