It Is As Absurd To Argue Men,

We Should Ever Conduct Ourselves Towards Our Enemy As If He Were One Day To Be Our Friend.

A Cloud Of Incense Was Rising On High; The People Suddenly All Bowed Low; What Could It Mean? The Truth Flashed On Him, Fearfully Yet Sweetly; It Was The Blessed Sacrament - It Was The Lord Incarnate Who Was On The Altar, Who Had Come To Visit And Bless His People. It Was The Great Presence, Which Makes A Catholic Church Different From Every Other Place In The World; Which Makes It, As No Other Place Can Be - Holy.

Lead, Kindly Light, Amid The Encircling Gloom, Lead Thou Me On.

There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic Power To Calm The Breast When Struggling Passions Lower, Touched By Its Influence, In The Soul Arise Diviner Feelings, Kindred With The Skies.

Religion Indeed Enlightens, Terrifies, Subdues; It Gives Faith, It Inflicts Remorse, It Inspires Resolutions, It Draws Tears, It Inflames Devotion, But Only For The Occasion.