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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.

Even If No Command To Pray Had Existed, Our Very Weakness Would Have Suggested It.

All Wars Are Civil Wars Because All Men Are Brothers... Each One Owes Infinitely More To The Human Race Than To The Particular Country In Which He Was Born.

Blessed Are The Poor In Spirit." Blessed Are They Who Are Stripped Of Every Thing, Even Of Their Own Wills, That They May No Longer Belong To Themselves.

As A General Rule, Those Truths Which We Highly Relish, And Which Shed A Degree Of Practical Light Upon The Things Which We Are Required To Give Up For God, Are Leadings Of Divine Grace, Which We Should Follow Without Hesitation.