Each Of Us Makes His Own Weather,

Love Is The Key To The Mystery. Love By Its Very Nature Is Not Selfish, But Generous. It Seeks Not Its Own, But The Good Of Others. The Measure Of Love Is Not The Pleasure It Gives-that Is The Way The World Judges It-but The Joy And Peace It Can Purchase For Others.

Nothing Ever Happens In The World That Does Not Happen First Inside Human Hearts.

Scepticism Is Never Certain Of Itself, Being Less A Firm Intellectual Position Than A Pose To Justify Bad Behavior.

Hearing Nuns' Confessions Is Like Being Stoned To Death With Popcorn.

As Long As The Decent People Refuse To Believe That Morality Must Manifest Itself In Every Sphere Of Human Activity, Including The Political, They Will Not Meet The Challenge Of Marxism.