It Is Often Said That

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

I Toast The Pope, But I Toast Conscience First.

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.

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

True Religion Is Slow In Growth, And, When Once Planted, Is Difficult Of Dislodgement; But Its Intellectual Counterfeit Has No Root In Itself: It Springs Up Suddenly, It Suddenly Withers.