Where Good And Ill Together Blent, Wage

Every Breath Of Air And Ray Of Light And Heat, Every Beautiful Prospect, Is, As It Were, The Skirts Of The (angel's) Garments, The Waving Robes Of Those Whose Faces See God.

I See Nothing In The Theory Of Evolution Inconsistent With An Almighty Creator And Protector.

True Religion Is Slow In Growth, And, When Once Planted, Is Difficult Of Dislodgement; But Its Intellectual Counterfeit Has No Root In Itself: It Springs Up Suddenly, It Suddenly Withers.

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.

Such Is The Constitution Of The Human Mind, That Any Kind Of Knowledge, If It Be Really Such, Is Its Own Reward.