Trouble and perplexity drive me to prayer, and prayer drives away perplexity and trouble.
How does our will become sanctified? By conforming itself unreservedly to that of God.
Even if no command to pray had existed, our very weakness would have suggested it.
I no longer desire anything but to be Thine.
It is better to die than to tell a lie
The greater our dread of crosses, the more necessary they are for us.