We Are Not To Choose The Manner

It Is This Unquiet Self-love That Renders Us So Sensitive. The Sick Man, Who Sleeps Ill, Thinks The Night Long. We Exaggerate, From Cowardice, All The Evils Which We Encounter; They Are Great, But Our Sensibility Increases Them. The True Way To Bear Them Is To Yield Ourselves Up With Confidence To God.

God Would Behold In You A Simplicity Which Will Contain So Much The More Of His Wisdom As It Contains Less Of Your Own.

There Is No More Dangerous Illusion Than The Fancies By Which People Try To Avoid Illusion.

If The Crowns Of All The Kingdoms Of The Empire Were Laid Down At My Feet In Exchange For My Books And My Love Of Reading I Would Spurn Them All.

Let Us Endeavor To Commence Every Enterprise With A Pure View To The Glory Of God, Continue It Without Distraction, And Finish It Without Impatience.