Kind Thoughts Are Rarer Than Either Kind

Deep Theology Is The Best Fuel Of Devotion; It Readily Catches Fire, And Once Kindled It Burns Long.

Kind Words Are The Music Of The World. They Have A Power Which Seems To Be Beyond Natural Causes, As If They Were Some Angel's Song Which Had Lost Its Way And Come To Earth.

The Blessed Sacrament Is The Magnet Of Souls. There Is A Mutual Attraction Between Jesus And The Souls Of Men. Mary Drew Him Down From Heaven. Our Nature Attracted Him Rather Than The Nature Of Angels. Our Misery Caused Him To Stoop To Our Lowness. Even Our Sins Had A Sort Of Attraction For The Abundance Of His Mercy And The Predilection Of His Grace. Our Repentance Wins Him To Us. Our Love Makes Earth A Paradise To Him; And Our Souls Lure Him As Gold Lures The Miser, With Irresistible Fascination

Ye Heavens, How Sang They In Your Courts, How Sang The Angelic Choir That Day, When From His Tomb The Imprisoned God, Like The Strong Sunrise, Broke Away?

Holiness Is An Unselfing Of Ourselves.