Peace In Society Depends Upon Peace In

In The Mass The Blood Of Christ Flows Anew For Sinners.

For A Sentence Is Not Complete Unless Each Word, Once Its Syllables Have Been Pronounced, Gives Way To Make Room For The Next...they Are Set Up On The Course Of Their Existence, And The Faster They Climb Towards Its Zenith, The More They Hasten Towards The Point Where They Exist No More.

Thou Hast Created Us For Thyself, And Our Heart Is Not Quiet Until It Rests In Thee.

We Make Ourselves A Ladder Out Of Our Vices If We Trample The Vices Themselves Underfoot.

Does God Proclaim Himself In The Wonders Of Creation? No. All Things Proclaim Him, All Things Speak. Their Beauty Is The Voice By Which They Announce God, By Which They Sing, "it Is You Who Made Me Beautiful, Not Me Myself But You.