That Love Of Self, Which

Oh! How Seldom The Soul Is Silent, In Order That God May Speak.

When We Are Truly In This Interior Simplicity Our Whole Appearance Is Franker, More Natural. This True Simplicity. . . Makes Us Conscious Of A Certain Openness, Gentleness, Innocence, Gaiety, And Serenity. O, How Amiable This Simplicity Is! Who Will Give It To Me? I Leave All For This. It Is The Pearl Of The Gospel.

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?

If The Crowns Of All The Kingdoms Of The Empire Were Laid Down At My Feet In Exchange For My Books And My Love Of Reading I Would Spurn Them All.

Be Content With Doing Calmly The Little Which Depends Upon Yourself, And Let All Else Be To You As If It Were Not.