We Are Not To Choose The Manner

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

Pure Love Is In The Will Alone; It Is No Sentimental Love, For The Imagination Has No Part In It; It Loves, If We May So Express It, Without Feeling, As Faith Believes Without Seeing.

I Am Not In The Least Surprised That Your Impression Of Death Becomes More Lively, In Proportion As Age And Infirmity Bring It Nearer. God Makes Use Of This Rough Trial To Undeceive Us In Respect To Our Courage, To Make Us Feel Our Weakness, And To Keep Us In All Humility In His Hands.

The More Perfect We Are, The More Gentle And Quiet We Become Toward The Defects Of Other People.

It Is Only By Fidelity In Little Things That The Grace Of True Love To God Can Be Sustained, And Distinguished From A Passing Fervor Of Spirit. . . . No One Can Well Believe That Our Piety Is Sincere, When Our Behavior Is Lax And Irregular In Its Little Details. What Probability Is There That We Should Not Hesitate To Make The Greatest Sacrifices, When We Shrink From The Smallest?