He that loveth, flieth, runneth, and rejoiceth. He is free, and cannot be held in. He giveth all for all, and hath all in all, because he resteth in one highest above all things, from whom all that is good flows and proceeds.

No confict is so severe as his who labors to subdue himself.

For it is the grace of Christ, and not our own virtue, that gives us the power to overcome the flesh and the world.

And when he is out of sight, quickly also he is out of mind.

Trust not to your feelings for whatever they might be now, they will quickly be changed towards some other thing.

For nothing, how little soever, that is suffered for God's sake, can pass without merit in the sight of God.

Love is watchful. Sleeping, it does not slumber. Wearied, it is not tired. Pressed, it is not straitened. Alarmed, it is not confused, but like a living flame, a burning torch, it forces its way upward and passes unharmed through every obstacle.