He Who Works With His Hands And

When I Think Of The Happiness That Is In Store For Me, Every Sorrow, Every Pain Becomes Dear To Me.

Do All You Can To Preach The Gospel And If Necessary Use Words!

I Have Been All Things Unholy. If God Can Work Through Me, He Can Work Through Anyone.

What Wonderful Majesty! What Stupendous Condescension! O Sublime Humility! That The Lord Of The Whole Universe, God And The Son Of God, Should Humble Himself Like This Under The Form Of A Little Bread, For Our Salvation ...in This World I Cannot See The Most High Son Of God With My Own Eyes, Except For His Most Holy Body And Blood.

Gold Hath No Lustre Of Its Own. It Shines By Temperate Use Alone.