The Proud Man Counts His Newspaper Clippings,

Some Will Not Look On Suffering Because It Creates Responsibility.

There Are 200 Million Poor In The World Who Would Gladly Take The Vow Of Poverty If They Could Eat, Dress And Have A Home Like I Do

Satan Stations More Devils On Monastery Walls Than In The Dens Of Iniquity, For The Latter Offer No Resistance.

The Life Of Each And Every One Of Us Has Been Written. The Crucifix Is My Autobiography. The Blood Is The Ink. The Nails The Pen. The Skin The Parchment. On Every Line Of That Body I Can Trace My Life. In The Crown Of Thorns I Can Read My Pride. In The Hands That Are Dug With Nails, I Can Read Avarice And Greed. In The Flesh Hanging From Him Like Purple Rags, I Can Read My Lust. In Feet That Are Fettered, I Can Find The Times That I Ran Away And Would Not Let Him Follow. Any Sin That You Can Think Of Is Written There.

The World Is Rapidly Being Divided Into Two Camps, The Comradeship Of Anti-christ And The Brotherhood Of Christ. The Lines Between These Two Are Being Drawn. How Long The Battle Will Be We Know Not Whether Swords Will Have To Be Unsheathed We Know Not Whether Blood Will Have To Be Shed We Know Not Whether It Will Be An Armed Conflict We Know Not. But In A Conflict Between Truth And Darkness, Truth Cannot Lose.