How Rare It Is To

To Pray Is To Desire; But It Is To Desire What God Would Have Us Desire.

When We Are Truly In This Interior Simplicity Our Whole Appearance Is Franker, More Natural. This True Simplicity. . . Makes Us Conscious Of A Certain Openness, Gentleness, Innocence, Gaiety, And Serenity. O, How Amiable This Simplicity Is! Who Will Give It To Me? I Leave All For This. It Is The Pearl Of The Gospel.

If We Were Faultless We Should Not Be So Much Annoyed By The Defects Of Those With Whom We Associate.

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.

The Best Use One Can Make Of His Mind Is To Distrust It.