When Anger Enters The Mind, Wisdom Departs.

Love Longs To Be Free, A Stranger To Every Worldly Desire, Lest Its Inner Vision Become Dimmed, And Lest Worldly Self-interest Hinder It Or Ill-fortune Cast It Down.

Be Not Angry That You Cannot Make Others As You Wish Them To Be, Since You Cannot Make Yourself As You Wish To Be.

Blessed Is The Pilgrim, Who In Every Place, And At All Times Of This His Banishment In The Body, Calling Upon The Holy Name Of Jesus, Calleth To Mind His Native Heavenly Land, Where His Blessed Master, The King Of Saints And Angels, Waiteth To Receive Him. Blessed Is The Pilgrim Who Seeketh Not An Abiding Place Unto Himself In This World; But Longeth To Be Dissolved, And Be With Christ In Heaven.

As Iron Put Into The Fire Loseth Its Rust And Becometh Clearly Red-hot, So He That Wholly Turneth Himself Unto God Puts Off All Slothfulness, And Is Transformed Into A New Man.

Love Feels No Burden, Thinks Nothing Of Trouble, Attempts What Is Above Its Strength.... It Is Therefore Able To Undertake All Things, And It Completes Many Things, And Warrants Them To Take Effect, Where He Who Does Not Love Would Faint And Lie Down.