It is a virtue and a prize to listen patiently to and put up with insults for the sake of God
I should like a great lake of ale, for the King of Kings. I should like the family of heaven to be drinking it through time eternal.
Blessed be Thou, my Lord Jesus Christ, who didst foretell Thy death before the time, and in the Last Supper didst wonderfully consecrate Thy precious Body of material bread, and also charitably gave it to Thy Apostles, in memory of Thy most worthy Passion
You are My Mother, the Mother of Mercy, and the consolation of the souls in Purgatory.
O Jesus! Remember the sadness that Thou didst experience when, contemplating in the light of Thy divinity the predestination of those who would be saved by the merits of Thy sacred passion, thou didst see at the same time the great multitude of reprobates who would be damned for their sins, and Thou didst complain bitterly of those hopeless, lost, and unfortunate sinners.
