The Whole World Appears To Me Like

Be Careful To Make A Good Improvement Of Precious Time.

I Love To Live Alone In My Own Little Cottage, Where I Can Spend Much Time In Prayer, Etc

It Is Impossible For Any Rational Creature To Be Happy Without Acting All For God. God Himself Could Not Make Him Happy Any Other Way... There Is Nothing In The World Worth Living For But Doing Good And Finishing God's Work, Doing The Work That Christ Did. I See Nothing Else In The World That Can Yield Any Satisfaction Besides Living To God, Pleasing Him, And Doing His Whole Will.

My Desires Seem Especially To Be After Weanedness From The World, Perfect Deadness To It, And That I May Be Crucified To All Its Allurements. My Soul Desires To Feel Itself More Of A Pilgrim And A Stranger Here Below, That Nothing May Divert Me From Pressing Through The Lonely Desert, Till I Arrive At My Father's House.

Give Yourself To Prayer, To Reading And Meditation On Divine Truths: Strive To Penetrate To The Bottom Of Them And Never Be Content With A Superficial Knowledge.