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“Our poor human heart is flawed: it is like a cake without the frosting: the first two acts of the theatre without the climax. Even its design is marred for a small piece is missing out of the side. That is why it remains so unsatisfied: it wants life and it gets death: it wants Truth and it has to settle for an education; it craves love and gets only intermittent euphoria’s with satieties. Samples, reflections and fractions are only tastes, not mouthfuls. A divine trick has been played on the human heart as if a violin teacher gave his pupil an instrument with one string missing. God kept a part of man's heart in Heaven, so that discontent would drive him back again to Him Who is Eternal Life, All-Knowing Truth and the Abiding Ecstasy of Love.”

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Fulton J. Sheen

Fulton J. Sheen, an American television evangelist, was born on May 8, 1895, and passed away on December 9, 1979. Known for his unique charm and wisdom, he spread Christian faith to a global audience through his television programs, becoming one of the most influential religious leaders of the 20th century. more

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