Unhappy Is The Soul Enslaved By The

This Very Moment I May, If I Desire, Become The Friend Of God.

Even The Straws Under My Knees Shout To Distract Me From Prayer

What Is Reprehensible Is That While Leading Good Lives Themselves And Abhorring Those Of Wicked Men, Some, Fearing To Offend, Shut Their Eyes To Evil Deeds Instead Of Condemning Them And Pointing Out Their Malice.

In The Usual Course Of Study I Had Come To A Book Of A Certain Cicero.

I Inquired What Wickedness Is, And I Didn't Find A Substance, But A Perversity Of Will Twisted Away From The Highest Substance - You, O God - Towards Inferior Things, Rejecting Its Own Inner Life And Swelling With External Matters.