To Saints Their Very Slumber Is A

True Friendship Ought Never To Conceal What It Thinks.

Others Drink For Sterility And Commit Murder On The Human Not Yet Sown. Some When They Sense That They Have Conceived By Sin, Consider The Poisons For Abortion, And Frequently Die Themselves Along With It, And Go To Hell Guilty Of Three Crimes: Murdering Themselves, Committing Adultery Against Christ, And Murder Against Their Unborn Child.

The Charges We Bring Against Others Often Come Home To Ourselves; We Inveigh Against Faults Which Are As Much Ours As Theirs; And So Our Eloquence Ends By Telling Against Ourselves.

It Is Our Part To Seek, His To Grant What We Ask; Ours To Make A Beginning, His To Bring It To Completion; Ours To Offer What We Can, His To Finish What We Cannot.

The Church Of Christ Has Been Founded By Shedding Its Own Blood, Not That Of Others; By Enduring Outrage, Not By Inflicting It. Persecutions Have Made It Grow; Martyrdoms Have Crowned It.