Man Is Emphatically Self-made.

I Will Trust Him. Whatever, Wherever I Am, I Can Never Be Thrown Away. If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; In Perplexity, My Perplexity May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. My Sickness, Or Perplexity, Or Sorrow May Be Necessary Causes Of Some Great End, Which Is Quite Beyond Us. He Does Nothing In Vain.

How Can We Understand Forgiveness If We Haven't Recognized The Depth Of Our Sin?

How Many Writers Are There... Who, Breaking Up Their Subject Into Details, Destroy Its Life, And Defraud Us Of The Whole By Their Anxiety About The Parts.

Time Hath A Taming Hand.

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.