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Most Of Us Love A Non-self, Or Something Extrinsic And Apart From Our Inner Life; But A Mother's Love During The Time She Is A Flesh-and-blood Ciborium Is Not For A Non-self But For One That Is Her Very Self, A Perfect Example Of Charity And Love Which Hardly Perceives A Separation. Motherhood Then Becomes A Kind Of Priesthood. She Brings God To Man By Preparing The Flesh In Which The Soul Will Be Implanted; She Brings Man To God In Offering The Child Back Again To The Creator.

Pride Is An Admission Of Weakness; It Secretly Fears All Competition And Dreads All Rivals.

Advertising Tries To Stimulate Our Sensuous Desires, Converting Luxuries Into Necessities, But It Only Intensifies Man's Inner Misery. The Business World Is Bent On Creating Hungers Which Its Wares Never Satisfy, And Thus It Adds To The Frustrations And Broken Minds Of Our Times.

Sometimes The Only Way The Good Lord Can Get Into Some Hearts Is To Break Them.

Joy Is Not The Same As Pleasure Or Happiness. A Wicked And Evil Man May Have Pleasure, While Any Ordinary Mortal Is Capable Of Being Happy. Pleasure Generally Comes From Things, And Always Through The Senses; Happiness Comes From Humans Through Fellowship. Joy Comes From Loving God And Neighbor. Pleasure Is Quick And Violent, Like A Flash Of Lightning. Joy Is Steady And Abiding, Like A Fixed Star. Pleasure Depends On External Circumstances, Such As Money, Food, Travel, Etc. Joy Is Independent Of Them, For It Comes From A Good Conscience And Love Of God.