When You Come To Be Sensibly Touched,

It Is This Unquiet Self-love That Renders Us So Sensitive. The Sick Man, Who Sleeps Ill, Thinks The Night Long. We Exaggerate, From Cowardice, All The Evils Which We Encounter; They Are Great, But Our Sensibility Increases Them. The True Way To Bear Them Is To Yield Ourselves Up With Confidence To God.

Faith Is Letting Down Our Nets Into The Transparent Deeps At The Divine Command, Not Knowing What We Shall Draw.

The Blood Of A Nation Ought Never To Be Shed Except For Its Own Preservation In The Utmost Extremity.

I Am Not In The Least Surprised That Your Impression Of Death Becomes More Lively, In Proportion As Age And Infirmity Bring It Nearer. God Makes Use Of This Rough Trial To Undeceive Us In Respect To Our Courage, To Make Us Feel Our Weakness, And To Keep Us In All Humility In His Hands.

Carefully Purify Your Conscience From Daily Faults; Suffer No Sin To Dwell In Your Heart; Small As It May Seem, It Obscures The Light Of Grace, Weighs Down The Soul, And Hinders That Constant Communion With Jesus Christ Which It Should Be Your Pleasure To Cultivate.