20 November 2023
The recollection of an injury is itself wrong. It adds to our anger,
nurtures our sin, and hates what is good. It is a rusty arrow and poison for
the soul. It puts all virtue to flight. It is like a worm in the mind: it
confuses our speech and tears to shreds our petitions to God. It is foreign to
charity: it remains planted in the soul like a nail. It is wickedness that
never sleeps, sin that never fails. It is indeed a daily death.
Saint Francis of Paola
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