I know not how it is, nor what induces us, nor what we pretend to, that we who have the name of spiritual persons bestow all our labour, and very much of our care, on things which are transitory and worthless, and scarcely ever gather ourselves up to think about our own inward life. Alas, after recalling ourselves for a moment, we rush off to outward things again, and do not subject ourselves to a diligent examination. We do not consider where we are setting our affections, neither do we deplore the lack of purity in all our actions.
Book 3 ch.31
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