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Simplicity Brings Back The Joys Of Paradise. Not That We Have Pure Pleasure Without A Moment's Suffering, But When We Are Surrendered To God, We Are Not Grasping For Pleasure, And Even Our Troubles Are Received With Thanksgiving. This Inner Harmony, And This Deliverance From Fear And The Tormenting Desires Of Self, Create A Satisfaction In The Soul Which Is Above All The Intoxicating Joys Of This World Put Together.

If We Love Him Infinitely More Than We Do Ourselves, We Make An Unconditional Sacr Here It Is That The Spirit Teaches Us All Truth; For All Truth Is Eminently Contained In This Sacrifice Of Love, Where The Soul Strips Itself Of Every Thing To Present It To God.

If We Had Strength And Faith Enough To Trust Ourselves Entirely To God; And Follow Him Simply Wherever He Should Lead Us, We Should Have No Need Of Any Great Effort Of Mind To Reach Perfection.

Little Opportunities Should Be Improved.

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.