Cruelty To Animals Is As If Humans

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another, I Have My Mission ... He Has Not Created Me For Naught ... If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. He Does Nothing In Vain. He Knows What He Is About.

Health Of Body And Mind Is A Great Blessing, If We Can Bear It.

Living Nature, Not Dull Art Shall Plan My Ways And Rule My Heart.

Brutes Gaze On Sights, They Are Arrested By Sounds; And What They See And What They Hear Are Sights And Sounds Only. The Intellectof Man, On The Contrary, Energises As Well As His Eye Or Ear, And Perceives In Sights Or Sounds Something Beyond Them. It Seizes And Unites What The Senses Present To It; It Grasps And Forms What Need Not Be Seen Or Heard Except In Detail. It Discerns In Lines And Colors, Or In Tones, What Is Beautiful And What Is Not. It Gives Them A Meaning, And Invests Them With An Idea.