We Are Not To Choose The Manner

Despondency Is Not A State Of Humility; On The Contrary, It Is The Vexation And Despair Of A Cowardly Pride--nothing Is Worse; Whether We Stumble Or Whether We Fall, We Must Only Think Of Rising Again And Going On In Our Course.

The Wind Of God Is Always Blowing... But You Must Hoist Your Sail.

God Felt, God Tasted And Enjoyed Is Indeed God, But God With Those Gifts Which Flatter The Soul, God In Darkness, In Privation, In Forsakenness, In Sensibility, Is So Much God, That He Is So To Speak God Bare And Alone. Shall We Fear This Death, Which Is To Produce In Us The True Divine Life Of Grace?

Thou Lovest Like An Infinite God When Thou Lovest; Thou Movest Heaven And Earth To Save Thy Loved Ones. Thou Becomest Man, A Babe, The Vilest Of Men, Covered With Reproaches, Dying With Infamy And Under The Pangs Of The Cross; All This Is Not Too Much For An Infinite Love.

As To Our Friend , I Pray God To Bestow Upon Him A Simplicity That Shall Give Him Peace . Happy Are They Indeed Who Can Bear Their Sufferings In The Enjoyment Of This Simple Peace And Perfect Acquiesence In The Will Of God.