Haste Is Of The Devil.

My Speech Is Too Fast; My Oration Confused; Love Knows No Order.

Whoever Eats The Lamb Outside This House Is Profane.

To Read Without Writing Is To Sleep.

Who Would Have Believed That The Daughters Of That Mighty City Would One Day Be Wandering As Servants And Slaves On The Shores Of Egypt And Africa, Or That Bethlehem Would Daily Receive Noble Romans, Distinguished Ladies, Brought Up In Wealth And Now Reduced To Beggary? I Cannot Help Them All, But I Grieve And Weep With Them, And Am Completely Absorbed In The Duties Which Charity Imposes On Me. I Have Put Aside My Commentary On Ezekiel And Almost All Study. For Today We Must Translate The Precepts Of The Scriptures Into Deeds; Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words, We Must Act Them.

Make Knowledge Of The Scripture Your Love ... Live With Them, Meditate On Them, Make Them The Sole Object Of Your Knowledge And Inquiries.