It Has Always Seemed To Me That

There Are No Disappointments To Those Whose Wills Are Buried In The Will Of God.

We Can Exaggerate About Many Things; But We Can Never Exaggerate Our Obligation To Jesus, Or The Compassionate Abundance Of The Love Of Jesus To Us. All Our Lives Long We Might Talk Of Jesus, And Yet We Should Never Come To An End Of The Sweet Things That Might Be Said Of Him.

We Must Have Passed Through Life Unobservantly, If We Have Never Perceived That A Man Is Very Much Himself What He Thinks Of Others.

Now Are The Days, Of Humblest Prayer, When Consciences To God Lie Bare, And Mercy Most Delights To Spare. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Now Is The Season, Wisely Long, Of Sadder Thought And Graver Song, When Ailing Souls Grow Well And Strong. Oh Hearken When We Cry. The Feast Of Penance! Oh So Bright, With True Conversion's Heavenly Light, Like Sunrise After Stormy Night! Oh Hearken When We Cry. Oh Happy Time Of Blessed Tears, Of Surer Hopes, Of Chast'ning Fears, Undoing All Our Evil Years. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Chastise Us With Thy Fear; Yet, Father! In The Multitude Of Thy Compassions, Hear!

Kind Thoughts Are Rarer Than Either Kind Words Or Deeds. They Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others. This In Itself Is Rare. But They Also Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others Without The Thoughts Being Criticisms. This Is Rarer Still.