All Love Craves Unity.

Sex Divorced From Love, Instead Of Raising Man By Taking Him Away From Himself, Drags Him Down To The Hall Of Mirrors Where He Is Always Confronted With Self. Sex Does Not Care About The Person, But About The Act. The Fig Leaf Which Once Was Put Over The Secret Parts Of Man And Woman In Sculpture Is Now Put Over The Face. The Person Does Not Matter.

The Wicked Fear The Good, Because The Good Are A Constant Reproach To Their Consciences. The Ungodly Like Religion In The Same Way That They Like Lions, Either Dead Or Behind Bars; They Fear Religion When It Breaks Loose And Begins To Challenge Their Consciences.

It Is Not Easy To Explain Why God Permits Evil; But It Is Impossible For An Atheist To Explain The Existence Of Goodness. How Could A Spiritless, Soul-less, Cross-less, Godless Universe Become The Center Of Faith, Purity, Sacrifice, And Martyrdom? How Can Decency Be The Decent Thing If There Is No God? Since God Is Love, Why Should We Be Surprised That Want Of It Should End In Pain, Hate, Broken Hearts, And War?

The Workmen In A Factory May Have A Shadowy, Unknown Absentee "employer" - The Thousands Of Individual Owners Of Stock - Whom "management" Represents And Tries To Please By Extra Dividends. The Workman's Livelihood Is At The Disposition Of Strangers Who Make A Single Demand Of Their Representatives: Higher Profits.

The Rosary Is The Book Of The Blind, Where Souls See And There Enact The Greatest Drama Of Love The World Has Ever Known; It Is The Book Of The Simple, Which Initiates Them Into Mysteries And Knowledge More Satisfying Than The Education Of Other Men.