It Is Not Hard To Obey When

It Is Not The Finest Wood That Feeds The Fire Of Divine Love, But The Wood Of The Cross.

We Should Always Be Disposed To Believe That That Which Appears White Is Really Black, If The Hierarchy Of The Church So Decides.

You Have Given It All To Me. To You, Lord, I Return It. Everything Is Yours; Do With It What You Will. Give Me Only Your Love And Grace. That Is Enough For Me.

He Who Goes About To Reform The World Must Begin With Himself, Or He Loses His Labor.

What Seems To Me White, I Will Believe Black If The Hierarchical Church So Defines.