Love Is A Binding Force,

Grace Does Not Destroy Nature, It Perfects It.

Down In Adoration Falling, Lo! The Sacred Host We Hail; Lo! O'er Ancient Forms Departing, Newer Rites Of Grace Prevail; Faith For All Defects Supplying, Where The Feeble Senses Fail.

There Is, Therefore, A More Perfect Intellectual Life In The Angels. In Them The Intellect Does Not Proceed To Self-knowledge From Anything Exterior, But Knows Itself Through Itself.

Mercy Without Justice Is The Mother Of Dissolution; Justice Without Mercy Is Cruelty.

There Must Be Must Be A First Mover Existing Above All – And This We Call God.