The Greater Our Dread Of Crosses, The

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.

Carefully Purify Your Conscience From Daily Faults; Suffer No Sin To Dwell In Your Heart; Small As It May Seem, It Obscures The Light Of Grace, Weighs Down The Soul, And Hinders That Constant Communion With Jesus Christ Which It Should Be Your Pleasure To Cultivate.

Never Let Us Be Discouraged With Ourselves. It Is Not When We Are Conscious Of Our Faults That We Are The Most Wicked; On The Contrary, We Are Less So. We See By A Brighter Light; And Let Us Remember For Our Consolation, That We Never Perceive Our Sins Till We Begin To Cure Them.

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.

A Good Historian Is Timeless; Although He Is A Patriot, He Will Never Flatter His Country In Any Respect.