May God Protect Me From Gloomy Saints.

It Is A Dangerous Thing To Be Satisfied With Ourselves.

Discontent With This World Gives Such A Painful Longing To Quit It That, If The Heart Finds Comfort, It Is Solely From The Thought That God Wishes It To Remain Here In Banishment.

It Is Not So Essential To Think Much As To Love Much.

A Slight Failing In One Virtue Is Enough To Put All The Others To Sleep.

The Best Thing Must Be To Flee From All To The All.