There Is Never Any Peace For Those

So Long As We Are Full Of Self We Are Shocked At The Faults Of Others. Let Us Think Often Of Our Own Sin, And We Shall Be Lenient To The Sins Of Others.

Even If No Command To Pray Had Existed, Our Very Weakness Would Have Suggested It.

Nothing Marks So Much The Solid Advancement Of A Soul, As The View Of One's Wretchedness Without Anxiety And Without Discouragement.

Do We Accustom Ourselves To See All Things In The Light Of Faith? Do We Correct All Our Judgments By It? Alas! The Greater Part Of Christians Think And Act Like Mere Heathens; If We Judge (as We Justly May) Of Their Faith By Their Practice, We Must Conclude They Have No Faith At All.

We Must Have Faith During The Period Of Our Grief. We Think That Our Afflictions Will Be Greater Than We Can Bear, But We Do Not Know The Strength Of Our Own Hearts, Nor The Power Of God. He Knows All. He Knows Every Folding Of The Heart And Also The Extent Of The Sorrow That He Inflicts. What We Think Will Overwhelm Us Entirely Only Subdues And Conquers Our Pride. Our Renewed Spirit Rises From Its Subjugation With A Celestial Strength And Consolation.