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Anxiety Is The Greatest Evil That Can Befall A Soul, Except Sin. God Commands You To Pray, But He Forbids You To Worry.

Many Great Persons Have Been Of Opinion That Love Is No Other Thing Than Complacency Itself, In Which They Have Had Much Appearance Of Reason. For Not Only Does The Movement Of Love Take Its Origin From The Complacency Which The Heart Feels At The First Approach Of Good, And Find Its End In A Second Complacency Which Returns To The Heart By Union With The Thing Beloved--but Further, It Depends For Its Preservation On This Complacency, And Can Only Subsist Through It As Through Its Mother And Nurse; So That As Soon As The Complacency Ceases, Love Ceases.

Do Not Scrutinize So Closely Whether You Are Doing Much Or Little, Ill Or Well, So Long As What You Do Is Not Sinful And That You Are Heartily Seeking To Do Everything For God. Try As Far As You Can To Do Everything Well, But When It Is Done, Do Not Think About It. Try, Rather, To Think Of What Is To Be Done Next. Go On Simply In The Lord's Way, And Do Not Torment Yourself. We Ought To Hate Our Faults, But With A Quiet, Calm Hatred; Not Pettishly And Anxiously.

Every Christian Needs A Half-hour Of Prayer Each Day, Except When He Is Busy, Then He Needs An Hour.

It Is Not Those Who Commit The Least Faults Who Are The Most Holy, But Those Who Have The Greatest Courage, The Greatest Generosity, The Greatest Love, Who Make The Boldest Efforts To Overcome Themselves, And Are Not Immediately Apprehensive About Tripping.