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We Are Not To Choose The Manner In Which Our Blessings Shall Be Bestowed.

Be Content With Doing Calmly The Little Which Depends Upon Yourself, And Let All Else Be To You As If It Were Not.

True Piety Hath In It Nothing Weak, Nothing Sad, Nothing Constrained. It Enlarges The Heart; It Is Simple, Free, And Attractive.

You Really Don't Even Own The Present Moment, For Even This Belongs To God.

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.