Thou Shalt Ever Joy At Eventide If

Love Feels No Burden, Regards Not Labors, Strives Toward More Than It Attains, Argues Not Of Impossibility, Since It Believes That It May And Can Do All Things.

Let Temporal Things Serve Thy Use, But The Eternal Be The Object Of Thy Desire.

O Lord, Thou Knowest That Which Is Best For Us; Let This Or That Be Done, As Thou Shalt Please. Give What Thou Wilt, How Much Thou Wilt, And When Thou Wilt. Deal With Me As Thou Thinkest Best. Place Me Where Thou Wilt, And Deal With Me In All Things Just As Thou Wilt. Behold, I Am Thy Servant, Prepared For All Things: I Desire Not To Live Unto Myself, But Unto Thee; And Oh, That I Could Do It Worthily And Perfectly!

Set Not Thyself To Attain Much Rest, But Much Patience.

Two Wings Lift A Person Up From Earthly Concerns: Simplicity In Intention, And Purity In Feeling.