The longer I live the more conscious I am of human frailty, and of the constant, overwhelming need we all have of God’s grace.

Some of His children must go into the furnace to testify that the Son of God is there with them.

Much of my experience of life has cost me a great price and I wish to use it for strengthening and comforting other souls.

If the loss of your fortune gains Christ for you, it will be a beautiful loss.

We must be wise taskmasters and not require of ourselves what we cannot possibly perform. Recreation we must have. Otherwise, the strings of our soul, wound up to an unnatural tension, will break.

Ah, what a life is theirs who live in Christ; How vast the mystery! Reaching in height to heaven, and in its depth The unfathomed sea!

No truth can be said to be seen as it is until it is seen in its relation to all other truths. In this relation only is it true.

The best convent for a woman is the seclusion of her own home. There she may find her vocation and fight her battles, and there she may learn the reality and the earnestness of life.

Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.

It sweetens every bit of work to think that I am doing it in humble, far-off, yet real imitation of Jesus.

The question is not whether you ever gave yourself to God, but whether you are His now.

STAY THE COURSE BY FORCE!

The graceful wings of a dove lead to the endless imagination in a dream wings of pain.

Humiliate your enemy is dangerous.

You know what they say about air and water when it comes to fire, don’t you?” she

Aristotle was once asked what those who tell lies gain by it. Said he - That when they speak truth they are not believed.

A drawing is an autobiographical record of one's discovery of an event - either seen, remembered or imagined. A 'finished' work is an attempt to construct an event in itself.

I live because I am a Warrior and because I wish one day to be in the company of [She] for whom I have fought so hard

Venus, a beautiful, good-natured lady, was the goddess of love; Juno, a terrible shrew, the goddess of marriage: and they were always mortal enemies.

Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

Stop dragging my heart around.