There Is Never Any Peace For Those

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.

God Is So Good That He Only Awaits Our Desire To Overwhelm Us With The Gift Of Himself.

Trouble And Perplexity Drive Me To Prayer, And Prayer Drives Away Perplexity And Trouble.

To Pray Is To Desire; But It Is To Desire What God Would Have Us Desire.

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