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It Is Not Fitting, When One Is In God's Service, To Have A Gloomy Face Or A Chilling Look.

Blessed Is The Servant Who Loves His Brother As Much When He Is Sick And Useless As When He Is Well And An Be Of Service To Him. And Blessed Is He Who Loves His Brother As Well When He Is Afar Off As When He Is By His Side, And Who Would Say Nothing Behind His Back He Might Not, In Love, Say Before His Face.

We Should Seek Not So Much To Pray But To Become Prayer.

What Does The Poor Man Do At The Rich Man's Door, The Sick Man In The Presence Of His Physician, The Thirsty Man At A Limpid Stream? What They Do, I Do Before The Eucharistic God. I Pray. I Adore. I Love.

What Could You Do To A Man Who Owns Nothing? You Can't Starve A Fasting Man, You Can't Steal From Someone Who Has No Money, You Can't Ruin Someone Who Hates Prestige.