“Mary adored Jesus as the Bridegroom of souls. Union is the final purpose of love. Jesus by the gift of His substance in the Eucharist unites Himself with our souls as with His dear spouses. As a Bridegroom, He gives them all His possessions, His name, His heart, His whole Self, but on the condition that the soul reciprocates. The soul, His spouse, shall live for Him only” GivingHeartSoulSelfWholePurposeJesusNamesConditionsUnionsFinalsDearPossessionSubstanceMarySacramentsSpouseEucharistJesus LoveReciprocateBridegroom Author:Peter Julian Eymard
“The search for truth is, as it always has been, the noblest expression of the human spirit. Man's insatiable desire for knowledge about himself, about his environment and the forces by which he is surrounded, gives life its meaning and purpose, and clothes it with final dignity.... And yet we know, deep in our hearts, that knowledge is not enough.... Unless we can anchor our knowledge to moral purposes, the ultimate result will be dust and ashes- dust and ashes that will bury the hopes and monuments of men beyond recovery.” KnowsMenLifeGivingHumansHeartHas BeensEnoughSpiritDesirePurposeForceResultsMoralEnvironmentExpressionTruth IsClothesDignityUltimateFinalsRecoveryDustAshesHuman SpiritMonumentAnchorsInsatiableSearch For TruthDesire For Knowledge Author:Raymond B. Fosdick
“O Christmas Sun! What holy task is thine! To fold a world in the embrace of God! To spread, where'er thy golden feet have trod, The benediction of His grace divine: To hold the promise of His final plan Blazing before the eyes of human-kind, And, at thy setting, leave His love enshrined Anew in the reminded heart of man!” MenWorldHumansHeartKindEyeSunGracePlansFeetDivineHolyPromiseTasksEmbraceFinalsSpreadSettingChristmasGoldenSettingsHis LoveFoldsBlazingBenediction Author:Guy Wetmore Carryl
“We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling.” WayWritingHeartSoulNightPaperMy FriendsLogicFinalsArguingElectricLampsFrontiersAll NightCrushedCeilingsBrillianceMosquesBrassDomesUp All NightLethargyDelirious Author:Filippo Tommaso Marinetti