It is this unquiet self-love that renders us so sensitive. The sick man, who sleeps ill, thinks the night long. We exaggerate, from cowardice, all the evils which we encounter; they are great, but our sensibility increases them. The true way to bear them is to yield ourselves up with confidence to God.
Francois FenelonTrue piety hath in it nothing weak, nothing sad, nothing constrained. It enlarges the heart; it is simple, free, and attractive.
Francois FenelonDo not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.
Francois FenelonAll wars are civil ones; for it is still man spilling his own blood, tearing out his own bowels.
Francois Fenelon