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We Religious know that the secret of all happiness is Sanctity, just as we know the falling off from this shining ideal is the cause of all cloistered misery.
Though the task of becoming a Saint is not a very hard one, comparatively few souls attain it. Many imagine it to be an impossibility. Is not the end of Sanctity, its object and reward, Intimacy with God? If we Religious were only brave enough and wise enough to pay half the price in trying to become saints, the Cloisters of the earth would ring with the Joy Bells of Paradise. The giving up of this ideal, the aiming at a standard lower than heroic, in the end weaves for all its votaries a "Sorrow's crown of sorrow." But when life's day is over and the night closes darkly in, when the clock from the Eternal Shore chimes the midnight of our lives, then it will be too late to retrieve the lost and wounded past. Let us do so now.
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