Listen Less To Your Own

Let Us Pray God That He Would Root Out Of Our Hearts Every Thing Of Our Own Planting, And Set Out There, With His Own Hands, The Tree Of Life, Bearing All Manner Of Fruits.

We Must Truly Serve Those Whom We Appear To Command; We Must Bear With Their Imperfections, Correct Them With Gentleness And Patience, And Lead Them In The Way To Heaven.

God Never Ceases To Speak To Us, But The Noise Of The World Without And The Tumult Of Our Passions Within Bewilder Us And Prevent Us From Listening To Him

The Blood Of A Nation Ought Never To Be Shed Except For Its Own Preservation In The Utmost Extremity.

Nothing Marks So Much The Solid Advancement Of A Soul, As The View Of One's Wretchedness Without Anxiety And Without Discouragement.