Where Mercy, Love, And Pity Dwell, There

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

The Human Mind Cannot Go Beyond The Gift Of God, The Holy Ghost. To Suppose That Art Can Go Beyond The Finest Specimens Of Art That Are Now In The World Is Not Knowing What Art Is; It Is Being Blind To The Gifts Of The Spirit.

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After The Death Of The Vegetated [i.e. Mortal] Body. This World Of Imagination Is Infinite And Eternal, Whereas The World Of Generation Is Finite And Temporal. There Exist In That Eternal World The Eternal Realities Of Everything Which We See Reflected In This Vegetable Glass Of Nature.