I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

Two and two only supreme and luminously self-evident beings, myself and my Creator.

Most people go not by argument, but by sympathies.

Dear Lord...shine through me, and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with may feel Your presence in my soul...Let me thus praise You in the way You love best, by shining on those around me.

Now what is it that moves our very hearts and sickens us so much at cruelty shown to poor brutes?.. They have done us no harm and they have no power of resistance... There is something so very dreadful, so Satanic, in tormenting those who have never harmed us, who cannot defend themselves, who are utterly in our power.

The world is content with setting right the surface of things.

The reason why Christ is unknown today is because His Mother is unknown.