Nothing Is Sweeter Than Love, Nothing More

Habit Is Overcome By Habit. [lat., Consuetudo Consuetudine Vincitur.]

Man Sees Your Actions, But God Your Motives.

Love Feels No Burden, Thinks Nothing Of Trouble, Attempts What Is Above Its Strength.... It Is Therefore Able To Undertake All Things, And It Completes Many Things, And Warrants Them To Take Effect, Where He Who Does Not Love Would Faint And Lie Down.

How Sweet It Is To Love, And To Be Dissolved, And As It Were To Bathe Myself In Thy Love.

My God, Sweetness Beyond Words, Make Bitter All The Carnal Comfort That Draws Me From Love Of The Eternal And Lures Me To Its Evil Self By The Sight Of Some Delightful Good In The Present. Let It Not Overcome Me, My God. Let Not Flesh And Blood Conquer Me. Let Not The World And Its Brief Glory Deceive Me, Nor The Devil Trip Me By His Craftiness. Give Me Courage To Resist, Patience To Endure, And Constancy To Persevere. Give Me The Soothing Unction Of Your Spirit Rather Than All The Consolations Of The World, And In Place Of Carnal Love, Infuse Into Me The Love Of Your Name.