My Jesus! What A Lovable Contrivance This

Do Not Allow Your Daughters To Be Taught Letters By A Man, Though He Be A St. Paul Or St. Francis Of Assissium. The Saints Are In Heaven.

What Grieves Me Most In My Past Offenses, O My Loving God, Is Not So Much The Punishment I Have Deserved, As The Displeasure I Have Given You, Who Are Worthy Of Infinite Love.

Whoever Prays Is Certainly Saved. He Who Does Not Is Certainly Damned. All The Blessed Have Been Saved By Prayer. All The Damned Have Been Lost Through Not Praying. If They Had Prayed They Would Not Have Been Lost. And This Is, And Will Be Their Greatest Torment In Hell: To Think How Easily They Might Have Been Saved, Just By Asking God For His Grace, But That Now It Is Too Late - Their Time Of Prayer Is Gone.

There Is No One, After God, Who Loves Us As Much As This Most Loving Mother Does.

My Lord Jesus Christ, Who, For The Love You Bear To Mankind, Do Remain Night And Day In This Sacrament, Full Of Pity And Love, Awaiting, Calling, And Receiving All Who Come To Visit You; I Believe That You Are Present In The Sacrament Of The Altar; I Adore You From The Depths Of My Own Nothingness; I Thank You For The Many Graces You Have Given Me, And Especially For Having Given Me Yourself In This Sacrament.