There Is Never Any Peace For Those

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

You Can Often Help Others More By Correcting Your Own Faults Than Theirs. Remember, And You Should, Because Of Your Own Experience, That Allowing God To Correct Your Faults Is Not Easy. Be Patient With People, Wait For God To Work With Them As He Wills.

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.

God Felt, God Tasted And Enjoyed Is Indeed God, But God With Those Gifts Which Flatter The Soul, God In Darkness, In Privation, In Forsakenness, In Sensibility, Is So Much God, That He Is So To Speak God Bare And Alone. Shall We Fear This Death, Which Is To Produce In Us The True Divine Life Of Grace?

Most People I Ask Little From. I Try To Give Them Much, And Expect Nothing In Return And I Do Very Well In The Bargain.