To Pray Is To Desire;

Never Let Us Be Discouraged With Ourselves. It Is Not When We Are Conscious Of Our Faults That We Are The Most Wicked; On The Contrary, We Are Less So. We See By A Brighter Light; And Let Us Remember For Our Consolation, That We Never Perceive Our Sins Till We Begin To Cure Them.

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.

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?

Those Who Are Wholly God's Are Always Happy.

Do We Accustom Ourselves To See All Things In The Light Of Faith? Do We Correct All Our Judgments By It? Alas! The Greater Part Of Christians Think And Act Like Mere Heathens; If We Judge (as We Justly May) Of Their Faith By Their Practice, We Must Conclude They Have No Faith At All.