Every Evil Is A Sickness Of Soul,

We Often Find Comfort In Telling What Is Painful In Actual Experience.

When You Have Become God's In The Measure He Desires, Then He Himself Will Bestow You Upon Others; Unless, To Your Greater Glory, He Chooses To Keep You All To Himself.

What Is There Astonishing In The Death Of A Mortal? But We Are Grieved At His Dying Before His Time. Are We Sure That This Was Not His Time? We Do Not Know How To Pick And Choose What Is Good For Our Souls, Or How To Fix The Limits Of The Life Of Man.

O Sinner, Be Not Discouraged, But Have Recourse To Mary In All You Necessities. Call Her To Your Assistance, For Such Is The Divine Will That She Should Help In Every Kind Of Necessity.

Do Not Say, "this Happened By Chance, While This Came To Be Of Itself." In All That Exists There Is Nothing Disorderly, Nothing Indefinite, Nothing Without Purpose, Nothing By Chance ... How Many Hairs Are On Your Head? God Will Not Forget One Of Them. Do You See How Nothing, Even The Smallest Thing, Escapes The Gaze Of God?