Oh! How Seldom The Soul Is Silent,

Simplicity Is That Grace Which Frees The Soul From All Unnecessary Reflections Upon Itself.

O God, The Creature Knows Not To What End Thou Hast Made Him; Teach Him, And Write In The Depths Of His Soul That The Clay Must Suffer Itself To Be Shaped At The Will Of The Potter.

This Is The Love That Does All Things; That Brings To Pass Even The Evils We Suffer; So Shaping Them That They Are But Instruments Of Preparing The Good Which, As Yet, Has Not Arrived.

God Would Behold In You A Simplicity Which Will Contain So Much The More Of His Wisdom As It Contains Less Of Your Own.

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