Beware Of Bad Catholics.

In Failing To Confess, Lord, I Would Only Hide You From Myself, Not Myself From You.

What Can Be Hoped For Which Is Not Believed?

War Should We Waged Without Love Of Violence, Cruelty, Or Enmity.

The Greatest Evil Is Physical Pain.

For Great Are You, Lord, And You Look Kindly On What Is Humble, But The Lofty-minded You Regard From Afar. Only To Those Whose Hearts Are Crushed Do You Draw Close. You Will Not Let Yourself Be Found By The Proud, Nor Even By Those Who In Their Inquisitive Skill Count Stars Or Grains Of Sand, Or Measure The Expanses Of Heaven, Or Trace The Paths Of The Planets.