Let Us Often Think Of

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.

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.

Can We Be Unsafe Where God Has Placed Us, And Where He Watches Over Us As A Parent A Child That He Loves?

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.

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