The Mystery Of Poverty Is That By

With Prayer, One Can Go On Cheerfully And Even Happily. Without Prayer, How Grim A Journey!

It Is Penance To Work, To Give Oneself To Others, To Endure The Pinpricks Of Community Living.

If You Feed The Poor, You're A Saint. If You Ask Why They're Poor, You're A Communist.

Freedom Has Its Roots In Religion.

Advent Is A Time Of Waiting, Of Expectation, Of Silence. Waiting For Our Lord To Be Born. A Pregnant Woman Is So Happy, So Content. She Lives In Such A Garment Of Silence, And It Is As Though She Were Listening To Hear The Stir Of Life Within Her. One Always Hears That Stirring Compared To The Rustling Of A Bird In The Hand. But The Intentness Which Which One Awaits Such Stirring Is Like Nothing So Much As A Blanket Of Silence.