All Is Vanity But To Love God

How Sweet It Is To Love, And To Be Dissolved, And As It Were To Bathe Myself In Thy Love.

Permit No Hour To Go By Without It Due Improvement.

Ah, Lord God, Thou Holy Lover Of My Soul, When Thou Comest Into My Heart, All That Is Within Me Shall Rejoice.

Old Custom Is Hard To Break And Scarce Any Man Will Be Led Otherwise Than Seemeth Good Unto Himself.

You Are A Man, Not God; You Are Human, Not An Angel. How Can You Expect To Remain Always In A Constant State Of Virtue, When This Was Not Possible Even For An Angel Of Heaven, Nor For The First Man In The Garden?