After You Die, You Wear What You

Settle Yourself In Solitude, And You Will Come Upon God In Yourself.

I Once Heard A Spiritual Man Say That He Was Not So Much Astonished At The Things Done By A Soul In Mortal Sin As At The Things Not Done By It. May God, In His Mercy, Deliver Us From Such Great Evil, For There Is Nothing In The Whole Of Our Lives That So Thoroughly Deserves To Be Called Evil As This, Since It Brings Endless And Eternal Evils In Its Train.

From Heaven Even The Most Miserable Life Will Look Like One Bad Night At An Inconvenient Hotel.

I Don't Know What Heavy Penance Could Have Come To Mind That Frequently I Would Not Have Gladly Undertaken Rather Than Recollect Myself In The Practice Of Prayer.

I Made You, Dear, And All I Make Is Perfect. Please Come Close, For I Desire You.