Evil Has No Substance Of Its Own,

Man Is Emphatically Self-made.

I Wonder What Day I Shall Die On - One Passes Year By Year Over One's Death Day, As One Might Pass Over One's Grave.

Purity Prepares The Soul For Love, And Love Confirms The Soul In Purity.

A Cloud Of Incense Was Rising On High; The People Suddenly All Bowed Low; What Could It Mean? The Truth Flashed On Him, Fearfully Yet Sweetly; It Was The Blessed Sacrament - It Was The Lord Incarnate Who Was On The Altar, Who Had Come To Visit And Bless His People. It Was The Great Presence, Which Makes A Catholic Church Different From Every Other Place In The World; Which Makes It, As No Other Place Can Be - Holy.

Religion Indeed Enlightens, Terrifies, Subdues; It Gives Faith, It Inflicts Remorse, It Inspires Resolutions, It Draws Tears, It Inflames Devotion, But Only For The Occasion.