Alas, O Lord, To What A State

Much More Is Accomplished By A Single Word Of The Our Father Said, Now And Then, From Our Heart, Than By The Whole Prayer Repeated Many Times In Haste And Without Attention.

Do Not Think You Have Gained A Virtue Unless You Have First Been Tried By Its Opposite.

When The Soul, Through Its Own Fault... Becomes Rooted In A Pool Of Pitch-black, Evil Smelling Water, It Produces Nothing But Misery And Filth.

We Need No Wings To Go In Search Of Him, But Have Only To Look Upon Him Present Within Us.

How Is It, Lord, That We Are Cowards In Everything Save In Opposing Thee?