Man Is Emphatically Self-made.

I Wonder What Day I Shall Die On - One Passes Year By Year Over One's Death Day, As One Might Pass Over One's Grave.

Praise To The Holiest In The Height, And In The Depth Be Praise; In All His Words Most Wonderful, Most Sure In All His Ways.

Nothing Is More Common Than For Men To Think That Because They Are Familiar With Words They Understand The Ideas They Stand For.

How Many Writers Are There... Who, Breaking Up Their Subject Into Details, Destroy Its Life, And Defraud Us Of The Whole By Their Anxiety About The Parts.

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.