Were In Prayer, As Indeed

Had We Not Faults Of Our Own, We Should Take Less Pleasure In Complaining Of Others.

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.

The Greatest Defect Of Common Education Is, That We Are In The Habit Of Putting Pleasure All On One Side, And Weariness On The Other; All Weariness In Study, All Pleasure In Idleness.

God Felt, God Tasted And Enjoyed Is Indeed God, But God With Those Gifts Which Flatter The Soul, God In Darkness, In Privation, In Forsakenness, In Sensibility, Is So Much God, That He Is So To Speak God Bare And Alone. Shall We Fear This Death, Which Is To Produce In Us The True Divine Life Of Grace?

I Would Have No Desire Other Than To Accomplish Thy Will. Teach Me To Pray; Pray Thyself In Me.