Time Hath A Taming Hand.

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.

It Is Not God's Way That Great Blessings Should Descend Without The Sacrifice First Of Great Sufferings. If The Truth Is To Be Spread To Any Wide Extent Among The People, How Can We Dream, How Can We Hope, That Trial And Trouble Shall Not Accompany Its Going Forth.

The Ears Of The Common People Are Holier Than The Hearts Of The Priests.

All Men Have A Reason, But Not All Men Can Give A Reason.

The Heart Is Commonly Reached, Not Through The Reason, But Through The Imagination, By Means Of Direct Impressions, By The Testimony Of Facts And Events, By History, By Description. Persons Influence Us, Voices Melt Us, Looks Subdue Us, Deeds Inflame Us. Many A Man Will Live And Die Upon A Dogma; No Man Will Be A Martyr For A Conclusion.