That Love Of Self, Which The World

It Is This Unquiet Self-love That Renders Us So Sensitive. The Sick Man, Who Sleeps Ill, Thinks The Night Long. We Exaggerate, From Cowardice, All The Evils Which We Encounter; They Are Great, But Our Sensibility Increases Them. The True Way To Bear Them Is To Yield Ourselves Up With Confidence To God.

Above All, Live In The Present Moment And God Will Give You All The Grace You Need.

The Best Use One Can Make Of His Mind Is To Distrust It.

Sordid And Infamous Sensuality, The Most Dreadful Evil That Issued From The Box Of Pandora, Corrupts Every Heart, And Eradicates Every Virtue. Fly! Wherefore Dost Thou Linger? Fly, Cast Not One Look Behind Thee; Nor Let Even Thy Thought Return To The Accursed Evil For A Moment.

It Is When God Appears To Have Abandoned Us That We Must Abandon Ourselves Most Wholly To God.