Doubt That Creed Which You Cannot Reduce

Between The Humble And Contrite Heart And The Majesty Of Heaven There Are No Barriers; The Only Password Is Prayer.

Envy May Justly Be Called "the Gall Of Bitterness And Bond Of Iniquity;" It Is The Most Acid Fruit That Grows On The Stock Of Sin, A Fluid So Subtle That Nothing But The Fire Of Divine Love Can Purge It From The Soul.

A Mother's Love, In A Degree, Sanctifies The Most Worthless Offspring.

If Our Creator Has So Bountifully Provided For Our Existence Here, Which Is But Momentary, And For Our Temporal Wants, Which Will Soon Be Forgotten, How Much More Must He Have Done For Our Enjoyment In The Everlasting World?

It Is What We Give Up, Not What We Lay Up, That Adds To Our Lasting Store.