“The life of prayer is just love to God, and the custom of being ever with Him.”

Pain is never permanent.

It is the nature of love to work in a thousand different ways.

It is a dangerous thing to be satisfied with ourselves.

Don’t let your sins turn into bad habits.

Souls without prayer are like bodies, palsied and lame, having hands and feet they cannot use.

All times are dangerous times.

Truth suffers, but never dies.

Never do anything which you could not do in the sight of all.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in; it enters in different places but it all becomes one.

The universality of a custom is pledge of its worth.

The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.

How many things both just and unjust are sanctioned by custom?

We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.

The custom is often noticed in the Old Testament, and still prevails in the east, and in some of the newly discovered South Sea Islands.

Men of sense in all ages abhor those customs which treat us only as the vassals of your sex.

The requirements of health, and the style of female attire which custom enjoins, are in direct antagonism to each other.

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