When Kings Interfere In Matters Of Religion,

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.

Pure Love Is In The Will Alone; It Is No Sentimental Love, For The Imagination Has No Part In It; It Loves, If We May So Express It, Without Feeling, As Faith Believes Without Seeing.

Nothing Is So Costly As The Pursuit Of A Cure For Imaginary Ills.

Resign Every Forbidden Joy; Restrain Every Wish That Is Not Referred To God's Will; Banish All Eager Desires, All Anxiety; Desire Only The Will Of God; Seek Him Alone And Supremely, And You Will Find Peace.

Crosses Are Of No Use To Us But Inasmuch As We Yield Ourselves Up To Them And Forget Ourselves.