To Take Up The Cross Of Christ

True Religion Is Slow In Growth, And, When Once Planted, Is Difficult Of Dislodgement; But Its Intellectual Counterfeit Has No Root In Itself: It Springs Up Suddenly, It Suddenly Withers.

Christ Is Already In That Place Of Peace, Which Is All In All. He Is On The Right Hand Of God. He Is Hidden In The Brightness Of The Radiance Which Issues From The Everlasting Throne. He Is In The Very Abyss Of Peace, Where There Is No Voice Of Tumult Or Distress, But A Deep Stillness--stillness, That Greatest And Most Awful Of All Goods Which We Can Fancy; That Most Perfect Of Joys, The Utter Profound, Ineffable Tranquillity Of The Divine Essence. He Has Entered Into His Rest. That Is Our Home; Here We Are On A Pilgrimage, And Christ Calls Us To His Many Mansions Which He Has Prepared.

Knowledge Is One Thing, Virtue Is Another.

Make Me What Thou Wouldst Have Me. I Bargain For Nothing. I Make No Terms. I Seek For No Previous Information Whither Thou Art Taking Me. I Will Be What Thou Wilt Make Me, And All That Thou Wilt Make Me. I Say Not, I Will Follow Thee Whithersoever Thou Goest, For I Am Weak, But I Give Myself To Thee, To Lead Me Anywhither.

Flagrant Evils Cure Themselves By Being Flagrant.