Posthumous Works

» whether in the city or in solitude, everything serves as nourishment for my thoughts and as a subject for sweet contemplation, and pulls me away from the mortal boredom that I used to find everywhere. Ah! with how many graces has this perfectly good God overwhelmed me! help me to thank him as I should. I implore him today for this brother whom I love so tenderly: he seeks happiness among the briars and thorns of life: he takes useless pains, fruitless cares: his heart was not made to be attached for long to this burdensome search; teach him to gather those salutary plants, those precious balms which have done me so much good, which have changed my unhappy existence into days of peace and joy. This new triumph of truth will be sweeter to me than if I were the object of it myself; it will tighten the immortal bonds of my attachment and my sincere gratitude.

» Farewell, Sir, do not forget me,