Speak, Move, Act In Peace.

I Am Not In The Least Surprised That Your Impression Of Death Becomes More Lively, In Proportion As Age And Infirmity Bring It Nearer. God Makes Use Of This Rough Trial To Undeceive Us In Respect To Our Courage, To Make Us Feel Our Weakness, And To Keep Us In All Humility In His Hands.

Worry Is The Cross Which We Make For Ourselves By Over Anxiety.

People Who Have No Secrets From Each Other Never Want For A Subject Of Conversation. They Do Not Weigh Their Words, For There Is Nothing To Be Held Back, Neither Do They Seek For Something To Say. They Talk Out Of The Abundance Of Their Heart, Without Consideration They Say Just What They Think. Blessed Are They Who Attain To Such Familiar, Unreserved Intercourse With God.

Our Piety Must Be Weak And Imperfect If It Do Not Conquer Our Fear Of Death.

Do We Accustom Ourselves To See All Things In The Light Of Faith? Do We Correct All Our Judgments By It? Alas! The Greater Part Of Christians Think And Act Like Mere Heathens; If We Judge (as We Justly May) Of Their Faith By Their Practice, We Must Conclude They Have No Faith At All.