Make Sickness Itself A Prayer.

Let Is Walk ... Joyously, Dear Souls, Among The Difficulties Of This Passing Life ... These Pains Will Have An End When Our Life Ends, After Which There Will Be Only Joy, Only Contentment, Only Eternal Consolation.

There Is Nothing Small In The Service Of God.

O My Child, Bethink You That Just As The Bee, Having Gathered Heaven's Dew And Earth's Sweetest Juices From Amid The Flowers, Carries It To Her Hive; So The Priest, Having Taken The Saviour, God's Own Son, Who Came Down From Heaven, The Son Of Mary, Who Sprang Up As Earth's Choicest Flower, From The Altar, Feeds You With That Bread Of Sweetness And Of All Delight.

Do Not Complain Then Of Your Poverty, My Daughter, - We Only Complain Of That Which Is Unwelcome, And If Poverty Is Unwelcome To You, You Are No Longer Poor In Spirit.

We Have Freedom To Do Good Or Evil; Yet To Make Choice Of Evil, Is Not To Use, But To Abuse Our Freedom.