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The Art Of Cookery Is The Art Of Poisoning Mankind, By Rendering The Appetite Still Importunate, When The Wants Of Nature Are Supplied.

It Is Only By Fidelity In Little Things That The Grace Of True Love To God Can Be Sustained, And Distinguished From A Passing Fervor Of Spirit. . . . No One Can Well Believe That Our Piety Is Sincere, When Our Behavior Is Lax And Irregular In Its Little Details. What Probability Is There That We Should Not Hesitate To Make The Greatest Sacrifices, When We Shrink From The Smallest?

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.

The Christian Life Is A Long And Continual Tendency Of Our Hearts Toward That Eternal Goodness Which We Desire On Earth. All Our Happiness Consists In Thirsting For It. Now This Thirst Is Prayer. Ever Desire To Approach Your Creator, And You Will Never Cease To Pray. Do Not Think It Necessary To Pronounce Many Words.

In The Light Of Eternity We Shall See That What We Desired Would Have Been Fatal To Us, And That What We Would Have Avoided Was Essential To Our Well-being.