We Are Not To Choose The Manner

To Pray Is To Desire; But It Is To Desire What God Would Have Us Desire.

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.

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.

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

Let Me Follow In Thy Footsteps, O Jesus ! I Would Imitate Thee, But Cannot Without The Aid Of Thy Grace! O Humble And Lowly Saviour, Grant Me The Knowledge Of The True Christian, And That I May Willingly Despise Myself; Let Me Learn The Lesson So Incomprehensible To The Mind Of Man, That I Must Die To Myself By An Abandonment That Shall Produce True Humility.