Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Jealousy that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

Purity is not imposed upon us as though it were a kind of punishment it is one of those mysterious but obvious conditions of that supernatural knowledge of ourselves in the Divine which we speak of as faith. Impurity does not destroy this knowledge it slays our need for it.