A Lover Of Jesus And

A Man Is Hindered And Distracted In Proportion As He Draws Outward Things To Himself.

It Is Better To Feel Repentance, Than To Be Able To Define It.

My God, Sweetness Beyond Words, Make Bitter All The Carnal Comfort That Draws Me From Love Of The Eternal And Lures Me To Its Evil Self By The Sight Of Some Delightful Good In The Present. Let It Not Overcome Me, My God. Let Not Flesh And Blood Conquer Me. Let Not The World And Its Brief Glory Deceive Me, Nor The Devil Trip Me By His Craftiness. Give Me Courage To Resist, Patience To Endure, And Constancy To Persevere. Give Me The Soothing Unction Of Your Spirit Rather Than All The Consolations Of The World, And In Place Of Carnal Love, Infuse Into Me The Love Of Your Name.

Trust Not To Your Feelings For Whatever They Might Be Now, They Will Quickly Be Changed Towards Some Other Thing.

To Take No Account Of Oneself, But Always To Think Well And Highly Of Others Is The Highest Wisdom And Perfection.