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Nothing Marks So Much The Solid Advancement Of A Soul, As The View Of One's Wretchedness Without Anxiety And Without Discouragement.

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.

O Lord, I Do Most Cheerfully Commit All Unto Thee.

This Poor World, The Object Of So Much Insane Attachment, We Are About To Leave; It Is But Misery, Vanity, And Folly; A Phantom--the Very Fashion Of Which "passeth Away.

People Who Have No Secrets From Each Other Never Want For A Subject Of Conversation. They Do Not Weigh Their Words, For There Is Nothing To Be Held Back, Neither Do They Seek For Something To Say. They Talk Out Of The Abundance Of Their Heart, Without Consideration They Say Just What They Think. Blessed Are They Who Attain To Such Familiar, Unreserved Intercourse With God.