Be Content With Doing Calmly The Little

Nothing Is So Costly As The Pursuit Of A Cure For Imaginary Ills.

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.

The Passion Of Acquiring Riches In Order To Support A Vain Expense Corrupts The Purest Souls.

Discouragement Is Simply The Despair Of Wounded Self-love.

God Would Behold In You A Simplicity Which Will Contain So Much The More Of His Wisdom As It Contains Less Of Your Own.