My Lord Told Me A Joke. And

Do Not Think That Saintliness Comes From Occupation; It Depends Rather On What One Is. The Kind Of Work We Do Does Not Make Us Holy, But We May Make It Holy.

This Much Is Certain: When A Man Is Happy, Happy To The Core And Root Of Beatitude, He Is No Longer Conscious Of Himself Or Anything Else.

We Are All Meant To Be Mothers Of God, For God Is Always Needing To Be Born.

Time Is What Keeps The Light From Reaching Us. There Is No Greater Obstacle To God Than Time: And Not Only Time But Temporalities, Not Only Temporal Things But Temporal Affections, Not Only Temporal Affections But The Very Taint And Smell Of Time.

Only The Hand That Erases Can Write The True Thing.