I Have Loved Him Too

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

How Admirable And Beautiful Is The Simplicity Of The Evangelists! They Never Speak Injuriously Of The Enemies Of Jesus Christ, Of His Judges, Nor Of His Executioners. They Report The Facts Without A Single Reflection. They Comment Neither On Their Master's Mildness When He Was Smitten, Nor On His Constancy In The Hour Of His Ignominious Death, Which They Thus Describe: "and They Crucified Jesus.

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?