The Past But Lives In Written Words:

The Greater Our Dread Of Crosses, The More Necessary They Are For Us.

How Dangerous It Is For Our Salvation, How Unworthy Of God And Of Ourselves, How Pernicious Even For The Peace Of Our Hearts, To Want Always To Stay Where We Are! Our Whole Life Was Only Given Us To Advance Us By Great Strides Toward Our Heavenly Country.

There Is No Real Elevation Of Mind In A Contempt Of Little Things; It Is, On The Contrary, From Too Narrow Views That We Consider Those Things Of Little Importance Which Have In Fact Such Extensive Consequences.

If We Were Faultless, We Should Not Be So Much Annoyed By The Defects Of Those With Whom We Associate. If We Were To Acknowledge Honestly That We Have Not Virtue Enough To Bear Patiently With Our Neighbor's Weaknesses, We Should Show Our Own Imperfection, And This Alarms Our Vanity.

The Presence Of God Calms The Soul, And Gives It Quiet And Repose.