My Weight Is My Love.

For Whenever Unbaptized Persons Die Confessing Christ, This Confession Is Of The Same Efficacy For The Remission Of Sins As If They Were Washed In The Sacred Font Of Baptism.

Habit, If Not Resisted, Soon Becomes Necessity.

So Give To The Poor; I'm Begging You, I'm Warning You, I'm Commanding You, I'm Ordering You.

Love Begins With A Smile, Grows With A Kiss, And Ends With A Teardrop.

The Good Man, Though A Slave, Is Free; The Wicked, Though He Reigns, Is A Slave, And Not The Slave Of A Single Man, But- What Is Worse - The Slave Of As Many Masters As He Has Vices.