Were In Prayer, As Indeed You Ought

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.

Discouragement Is Simply The Despair Of Wounded Self-love.

All Wars Are Civil Ones; For It Is Still Man Spilling His Own Blood, Tearing Out His Own Bowels.

Had We Not Faults Of Our Own, We Should Take Less Pleasure In Complaining Of Others.

Trouble And Perplexity Drive Me To Prayer, And Prayer Drives Away Perplexity And Trouble.