Habit Is Overcome By 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.

Whatever You Do, Do It With Intelligence, And Keep The End In View.

To Say That I Am Made In The Image Of God Is To Say That Love Is The Reason For My Existence, For God Is Love.

For They Truly Know Their Lord In The Breaking Of Bread, Whose Heart Within Them So Vehemently Burneth, Whilst Thou, O Blessed Jesus, Dost Walk And Converse With Them.

The Lord Has Many Lovers Of His Crown But Few Lovers Of His Cross.