Happy The Boy Whose Mother Is Tired

Every Irishman, The Saying Goes, Has A Potato In His Head.

Better Far Off To Leave Half The Ruins And Nine-tenths Of The Churches Unseen And To See Well The Rest; To See Them Not Once, But Again And Often Again; To Watch Them, To Learn Them, To Live With Them, To Love Them, Till They Have Become A Part Of Life And Life's Recollections.

Man Is A Mixed Being, Made Up Of A Spiritual Soul And Of A Fleshly Body; The Angels Are Pure Spirits, Herein Nearer To God, Only That They Are Created And Finite In All Respects, Free From Decay, Free From The Power Of Death, Whereas God Is Infinite And Uncreated.

Love, It Has Been Said, Flows Downward. The Love Of Parents For Their Children Has Always Been Far More Powerful Than That Of Children For Their Parents; And Who Among The Sons Of Men Ever Loved God With A Thousandth Part Of The Love Which God Has Manifested To Us?

The Power Of Faith Will Often Shine Forth The Most When The Character Is Naturally Weak.