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We Should Not Have A Petty Regard For God's Gifts, Though We May And Should Despise Our Own Imperfections.

Idleness Is Hells Fishhook For Catching Souls.

Do Not Put Faith In Constant Happiness, And Fear Most When All Smiles Upon You.

Pardon Me, O Perfections Of My God, For Having Preferred Imperfect And Evil Inclinations To Thee! Pardon Me, O Justice Of My God, For Having Outraged Thee By My Sins. Pardon Me, O Holiness Of My God, For Having So Long Stained Thy Sight's Purity By My Sins. Pardon Me, O Mercy Of My God, For Having Despised So Long Thy Mercy's Voice. In Deep Sorrow And Contrition, I Cast Myself At Thy Feet: Have Mercy On Me.

Concerning The Harsh Treatment Of The Body For Our Lord's Sake, I Would Say, Avoid Anything That Would Cause The Shedding Even Of A Drop Of Blood.