Flagrant Evils Cure Themselves By Being Flagrant.

With Christians, A Poetical View Of Things Is A Duty. We Are Bid To Color All Things With Hues Of Faith, To See A Divine Meaning In Every Event.

I Want A Laity, Not Arrogant, Not Rash In Speech, Not Disputatious, But Men Who Know Their Religion, Who Enter Into It, Who Know Just Where They Stand, Who Know What They Hold And What They Do Not, Who Know Their Creed So Well That They Can Give An Account Of It, Who Know So Much Of History That They Can Defend It.

Cruelty To Animals Is As If Humans Did Not Love God.

A Cloud Of Incense Was Rising On High; The People Suddenly All Bowed Low; What Could It Mean? The Truth Flashed On Him, Fearfully Yet Sweetly; It Was The Blessed Sacrament - It Was The Lord Incarnate Who Was On The Altar, Who Had Come To Visit And Bless His People. It Was The Great Presence, Which Makes A Catholic Church Different From Every Other Place In The World; Which Makes It, As No Other Place Can Be - Holy.

When Men Understand What Each Other Mean, They See, For The Most Part, That Controversy Is Either Superfluous Or Hopeless