He Who Complains, Sins.

Lately I Was Near The Beehives And Some Of The Bees Flew Onto My Face. I Wanted To Raise My Hand, And Brush Them Off. 'no,' Said A Peasant To Me, 'do Not Be Afraid, And Do Not Touch Them. They Will Not Sting You At All, If You Touch Them They Will Bite You.' I Trusted Him; Not One Bit Me. Trust Me; Do Not Fear These Temptations. Do Not Touch Them; They Will Not Hurt You.

The Damned Are In The Abyss Of Hell, As Within A Woeful City, Where They Suffer Unspeakable Torments, In All Their Senses And Members, Because As They Have Employed All Their Senses And Their Members In Sinning, So Shall They Suffer In Each Of Them The Punishment Due To Sin.

Those Who Love To Be Feared Fear To Be Loved.

The Declared Enemies Of God And His Church, Heretics And Schismatics, Must Be Criticized As Much As Possible, As Long As Truth Is Not Denied. It Is A Work Of Charity To Shout: 'here Is The Wolf!' When It Enters The Flock Or Anywhere Else.

Let Us Be What God Likes, So Long As We Are His, And Let Us Not Be What We Want To Be, If It Is Against His Intention.