O Lord, I do most cheerfully commit all unto Thee.

Faith is letting down our nets into the transparent deeps at the Divine command, not knowing what we shall draw.

Worry is the cross which we make for ourselves by over anxiety.

All wars are civil ones; for it is still man spilling his own blood, tearing out his own bowels.

How desirable is this simplicity! Who will give it to me? I will quit all else; it is the pearl of great price.

Had we not faults of our own, we should take less pleasure in complaining of others.

Mankind, by the perverse depravity of their nature, esteem that which they have most desired as of no value the moment it is possessed, and torment themselves with fruitless wishes for that which is beyond their reach.