Conscience Is The Aboriginal Vicar Of Christ.

Time Hath A Taming Hand.

God Has Created All Things For Good; All Things For Their Greatest Good; Everything For Its Own Good. What Is The Good Of One Is Not The Good Of Another; What Makes One Man Happy Would Make Another Unhappy. God Has Determined, Unless I Interfere With His Plan, That I Should Reach That Which Will Be My Greatest Happiness. He Looks On Me Individually, He Calls Me By My Name, He Knows What I Can Do, What I Can Best Be, What Is My Greatest Happiness, And He Means To Give It Me.

O Most Sacred, Most Loving Heart Of Jesus, Thou Art Concealed In The Holy Eucharist, And Thou Beatest For Us Still.... Thou Art The Heart Of The Most High Made Man.... Thy Sacred Heart Is The Instrument And Organ Of Thy Love. It Did Beat For Us. It Yearned For Us. It Ached For Our Salvation. It Was On Fire Through Zeal, That The Glory Of God Might Be Manifested In And By Us.... In Worshipping Thee I Worship My Incarnate God, My Emmanuel

We Must Make Up Our Minds To Be Ignorant Of Much, If We Would Know Anything.

How Can We Feel Our Need Of His Help, Or Our Dependence On Him, Or Our Debt To Him, Or The Nature Of His Gift To Us, Unless We Know Ourselves.... This Is Why Many In This Age (and In Every Age) Become Infidels, Heretics, Schismatics, Disloyal Despisers Of The Church.... They Have Never Had Experience Of His Power And Love, Because They Have Never Known Their Own Weakness And Need.