We Are All Born With

Everything That Is Full Of Life Loves Change, For The Characteristic Of Life Is Movement Toward A New Goal And Urges Toward New Pleasures

The Life Of Each And Every One Of Us Has Been Written. The Crucifix Is My Autobiography. The Blood Is The Ink. The Nails The Pen. The Skin The Parchment. On Every Line Of That Body I Can Trace My Life. In The Crown Of Thorns I Can Read My Pride. In The Hands That Are Dug With Nails, I Can Read Avarice And Greed. In The Flesh Hanging From Him Like Purple Rags, I Can Read My Lust. In Feet That Are Fettered, I Can Find The Times That I Ran Away And Would Not Let Him Follow. Any Sin That You Can Think Of Is Written There.

The Higher The Love, The More Demands Will Be Made On Us To Conform To That Ideal.

Today (1950), The Hatred Of The Moslem Countries Against The West Is Becoming Hatred Against Christianity Itself. Although The Statesmen Have Not Yet Taken It Into Account, There Is Still Grave Danger That The Temporal Power Of Islam May Return And, With It, The Menace That It May Shake Off A West Which Has Ceased To Be Christian, And Affirm Itself As A Great Anti-christian World Power.

Leisure Is A Form Of Silence, Not Noiselessness. It Is The Silence Of Contemplation Such As Occurs When We Let Our Minds Rest On A Rosebud, A Child At Play, A Divine Mystery, Or A Waterfall.