Cultivate peace; be deaf to your too
prolific imagination; its great activity
not only injures the health of your body,
but introduces aridity into your soul.
You consume yourself to no purpose; peace
and interior sweetness are destroyed by your
restlessness. Think you God can speak in
those soft and tender accents that melt the
soul, in the midst of such a tumult as you
excite by your incessant hurry of thought? Be
quiet, and He will soon be heard. Indulge but
a single scruple; to be scrupulously
obedient.
- Francis Fenelon
Fenelon
prayer
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