It Is Better To Die Than To

Thou Lovest Like An Infinite God When Thou Lovest; Thou Movest Heaven And Earth To Save Thy Loved Ones. Thou Becomest Man, A Babe, The Vilest Of Men, Covered With Reproaches, Dying With Infamy And Under The Pangs Of The Cross; All This Is Not Too Much For An Infinite Love.

Had We Not Faults Of Our Own, We Should Take Less Pleasure In Complaining Of Others.

I Believe That We Are Conforming To The Divine Order And The Will Of Providence When We Are Doing Even Indifferent Things That Belong To Our Condition.

I Am Not In The Least Surprised That Your Impression Of Death Becomes More Lively, In Proportion As Age And Infirmity Bring It Nearer. God Makes Use Of This Rough Trial To Undeceive Us In Respect To Our Courage, To Make Us Feel Our Weakness, And To Keep Us In All Humility In His Hands.

The Most Essential Point Is Lowliness.