God Is At Home. We Are In

If I Had A Friend And Loved Him Because Of The Benefits Which This Brought Me And Because Of Getting My Own Way, Then It Would Not Be My Friend That I Loved But Myself. I Should Love My Friend On Account Of His Own Goodness And Virtues And Account Of All That He Is In Himself. Only If I Love My Friend In This Way Do I Love Him Properly.

A Human Being Has So Many Skins Inside, Covering The Depths Of The Heart. We Know So Many Things, But We Don't Know Ourselves! Why, Thirty Or Forty Skins Or Hides, As Thick And Hard As An Ox's Or Bear's, Cover The Soul. Go Into Your Own Ground And Learn To Know Yourself There.

There Is No Stopping Place In This Life--nor Is There Ever One For Any Person, No Matter How Far Along The Way One's Gone.

A Question Arises Regarding The Angels Who Dwell With Us, Serve Us And Protect Us, Whether Their Joys Are Equal To Those Of The Angels In Heaven, Or Whether They Are Diminished By The Fact That They Protect And Serve Us. No, They Are Certainly Not; For The Work Of The Angels Is The Will Of God, And The Will Of God Is The Work Of The Angels; Their Service To Us Does Not Hinder Their Joy Nor Their Working. If God Told An Angel To Go To A Tree And Pluck Caterpillars Off It, The Angel Would Be Quite Ready To Do So, And It Would Be His Happiness, If It Were The Will Of God.

God Holds Each Of Us By A String. When We Sin, We Cut The String. But God Ties It Up Again, Making A Knot. Each Time Our Wrongdoing Cuts The String, God Ties Another Knot Drawing Us Up Closer To Him.