Pity Enlarges The Heart.

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.

Blessed Are The Poor In Spirit." Blessed Are They Who Are Stripped Of Every Thing, Even Of Their Own Wills, That They May No Longer Belong To Themselves.

All Wars Are Civil Ones; For It Is Still Man Spilling His Own Blood, Tearing Out His Own Bowels.

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.

Let Us Pray God That He Would Root Out Of Our Hearts Every Thing Of Our Own Planting, And Set Out There, With His Own Hands, The Tree Of Life, Bearing All Manner Of Fruits.