We Must Fear God Out Of Love,

Let The Enemy Rage At The Gate; Let Him Knock, Pound, Scream, Howl; Let Him Do His Worst. We Know For Certain That He Cannot Enter Our Soul Except By The Door Of Our Consent.

I See Crosses At Every Turn. My Flesh Shudders Over It, But My Heart Adores Them. Yes, I Hail You, Crosses Little And Great, I Hail You, And Kiss Your Feet, Unworthy Of The Honor Of Your Shadow.

To Love Our Neighbor In Charity Is To Love God In Man.

Frequent Not The Company Of Immodest Persons, Especially If They Be Also Impudent, As Is Generally The Case; ...these Corrupted Souls And Infected Hearts Scarcely Speak To Any, Either Of The Same Or A Different Sex, Without Causing Them To Fall In Some Degree From Purity; They Have Poison In Their Eyes And In Their Breath, Like Basilisks. On The Contrary, Keep Company With The Chaste And Virtuous; Often Meditate Upon And Read Holy Things; For The Word Of God Is Chaste, And Makes Those Also Chaste That Delight In It.

The Highest Degree Of Meekness Consists In Seeing, Serving, Honoring, And Treating Amiably, On Occasion, Those Who Are Not To Our Taste, And Who Show Themselves Unfriendly, Ungrateful, And Troublesome To Us.