I Would Far Rather Feel Remorse Than

Love Wakes Much And Sleeps Little And, In Sleeping, Does Not Sleep. It Faints Is Not Weary; It Is Restricted In Its Liberty And Is Great Freedom. It Sees Reasons To Fear And Does Not Fear, But, Like An Ember Or A Spark Of Fire, Flames Always Upward, By The Fervor Of Its Love, Toward God, And Through The Special Help Of Grace Is Delivered From All Perils And Dangers

Carefully Avoid In Yourself Those Things Which Distrub You In Others.

The More The Flesh Is Wasted By Affliction, So Much More Is The Spirit Strengthened By Inward Grace.

Whatsoever Is Done In Charity, However Small And Of No Reputation It Be, Bringeth Forth Good Fruit.

Sweet Shall Be Your Rest If Your Heart Does Not Reproach You.