For Right Is Right, Since

Good Is That Darkening Of Our Lives, Which Only God Can Brighten; But Better Still That Hopeless Load, Which None But God Can Lighten.

Each Hour Comes With Some Little Faggot Of God's Will Fastened Upon Its Back.

He Draws Us To Himself By Grace, By Example, By Power, By Lovingness, By Beauty, By Pardon, And Above All By The Blessed Sacrament. Every One Who Has Had Anything To Do With Ministering To Souls Has Seen The Power Which Jesus Has. Talent Is Not Needed. Eloquence Is Comparatively Unattractive. Learning Is Often Beside The Mark. Controversy Simply Repels... All The Attraction Of The Church Is In Jesus, And His Chief Attraction Is The Blessed Sacrament

Now This Spirit Is Admirably Mortified By The Exercise Of Patience. It Involves Also A Continual Practice Of The Presence Of God; For We May Be Come Upon At Any Moment For An Almost Heroic Display Of Good Temper. It Is A Short Road To Unselfishness; For Nothing Is Left To Self. All That Seems To Belong Most Intimately To Self, To Be Self's Private Property, Such As Time, Home, And Rest, Are Invaded By These Continual Trials Of Patience.

We Must Have Passed Through Life Unobservantly, If We Have Never Perceived That A Man Is Very Much Himself What He Thinks Of Others.