The More You Say, The Less People

Let Us Often Think Of Our Own Infirmities, And We Shall Become Indulgent Toward Those Of Others.

Exactness And Neatness In Moderation Is A Virtue, But Carried To Extremes Narrows The Mind.

The More Perfect We Are, The More Gentle And Quiet We Become Toward The Defects Of Other People.

We Must Have Faith During The Period Of Our Grief. We Think That Our Afflictions Will Be Greater Than We Can Bear, But We Do Not Know The Strength Of Our Own Hearts, Nor The Power Of God. He Knows All. He Knows Every Folding Of The Heart And Also The Extent Of The Sorrow That He Inflicts. What We Think Will Overwhelm Us Entirely Only Subdues And Conquers Our Pride. Our Renewed Spirit Rises From Its Subjugation With A Celestial Strength And Consolation.

God Would Behold In You A Simplicity Which Will Contain So Much The More Of His Wisdom As It Contains Less Of Your Own.