the pain was so sharp that it made me utter several moans, and so excessive was the sweetness caused me by this intense pain that one can never wish to lose it.
How is it, Lord, that we are cowards in everything, save in opposing Thee?
If we plant a flower or a shrub and water it daily it will grow so tall that in time we shall need a spade and a hoe to uproot it. It is just so I think when we commit a fault, however small, each day and do not cure ourselves of it.
What a great favor God does to those He places in the company of good people!