All Men Have A Reason, But Not

Life Passes, Riches Fly Away, Popularity Is Fickle, The Senses Decay, The World Changes. One Alone Is True To Us; One Alone Can Be All Things To Us; One Alone Can Supply Our Need.

I Toast The Pope, But I Toast Conscience First.

Purity Prepares The Soul For Love, And Love Confirms The Soul In Purity.

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.

The Attributes Of God, Though Intelligible To Us On Their Surface Yet, For The Very Reason That They Are Infinite, Transcend Our Comprehension, When They Are Dwelt Upon, When They Are Followed Out, And Can Only Be Received By Faith.