May God Protect Me From Gloomy Saints.

God Has No Hands Or Feet Or Voice Except Ours And Through These He Works.

If We Plant A Flower Or A Shrub And Water It Daily It Will Grow So Tall That In Time We Shall Need A Spade And A Hoe To Uproot It. It Is Just So, I Think, When We Commit A Fault, However Small, Each Day, And Do Not Cure Ourselves Of It.

It Should Be Observed That Perfect Love Of God Consists Not In Those Delights, Tears And Sentiments Of Devotion That We Generally Seek, But In A Strong Determination And Keen Desire To Please God In All Things, And To Promote His Glory.

What Peace Can We Hope To Find Elsewhere If We Have None Within Us

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