Our calling is not primarily to be holy women, but to work for God and for others with Him.

With this sweet hope of ultimate acceptance with God, I have always enjoyed much cheerfulness before men; but I have at the same time laboured incessantly to cultivate the deepest humiliation before God.

No man can in any measure resemble the scripture saints.

If you have indeed been so highly distinguished, should you not ‘live no longer to yourselves, but altogether unto Him who died for you and rose again?’ Should any thing short of absolute perfection satisfy you? Should you not labour to ‘stand perfect and complete in all the will of God?’

Excess of trouble may, for a time, distract and overwhelm the soul. Our Lord himself seems to have experienced somewhat of this. Our prayers, perhaps, are never more acceptable, than when they are offered in broken accents, in sighs, and groans.

Our calling is not primarily to be holy women, but to work for God and for others with Him.

The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.