Somehow I Am Necessary For His Purposes,

It Is Seldom We Have The Heart To Throw Ourselves, If I May So Speak, On The Divine Arm; We Dare Not Trust Ourselves On The Waters, Though Christ Bids Us. We Have Not St. Peter's Love To Ask Leave To Come To Him Upon The Sea. When We Once Are Filled With That Heavenly Charity, We Can Do All Things, Because We Attempt All Things - For To Attempt Is To Do.

Praise To The Holiest In The Height, And In The Depth Be Praise; In All His Words Most Wonderful, Most Sure In All His Ways.

Stuffing Birds Or Playing Stringed Instruments Is An Elegant Pastime, And A Resource To The Idle, But It Is Not Education.

Cruelty To Animals Is As If Humans Did Not Love God.

Brutes Gaze On Sights, They Are Arrested By Sounds; And What They See And What They Hear Are Sights And Sounds Only. The Intellectof Man, On The Contrary, Energises As Well As His Eye Or Ear, And Perceives In Sights Or Sounds Something Beyond Them. It Seizes And Unites What The Senses Present To It; It Grasps And Forms What Need Not Be Seen Or Heard Except In Detail. It Discerns In Lines And Colors, Or In Tones, What Is Beautiful And What Is Not. It Gives Them A Meaning, And Invests Them With An Idea.