Do Not Let Your Peace Depend On

So Fixed Are Our Spirits In Slothfulness And Cold Indifference That We Seldom Overcome So Much As One Evil Habit.

My God, Sweetness Beyond Words, Make Bitter All The Carnal Comfort That Draws Me From Love Of The Eternal And Lures Me To Its Evil Self By The Sight Of Some Delightful Good In The Present. Let It Not Overcome Me, My God. Let Not Flesh And Blood Conquer Me. Let Not The World And Its Brief Glory Deceive Me, Nor The Devil Trip Me By His Craftiness. Give Me Courage To Resist, Patience To Endure, And Constancy To Persevere. Give Me The Soothing Unction Of Your Spirit Rather Than All The Consolations Of The World, And In Place Of Carnal Love, Infuse Into Me The Love Of Your Name.

As Iron Cast Into Fire Loses Its Rust And Becomes Glowing White, So He Who Turns Completely To God Is Stripped Of His Sluggishness And Changed Into A New Man.

All Men Commend Patience, Although Few Are Willing To Practice It.

I Have Often Heard, That It Is Safer To Hear And To Take Counsel, Than To Give It.