The slave should be resigned to his lot, in obeying his master he is obeying God.

If you cannot find Christ in the beggar at the church door, you will not find Him in the chalice.

Prayer is the place of refuge for every worry, a foundation for cheerfulness, a source of constant happiness, a protection against sadness.

Not to share our own wealth with the poor is theft from the poor and deprivation of their means of life; we do not possess our own wealth, but theirs.

No matter how just your words may be, when you speak with anger, you ruin all: no matter how boldly you speak, how fairly reprove, or what not.

When you are weary of praying, and do not receive, consider how often you have heard a poor man calling, and have not listened to him.

The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.

To destroy the fetus 'is something worse than murder.' The one who does this 'does not take away life that has already been born, but prevents it from being born.'

There is nothing colder than a Christian who does not seek to save others.

The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.

I am a Christian. He who answers thus has declared everything at once-his country, profession, family; the believer belongs to no city on earth but to the heavenly Jerusalem.

If there was one thing that made Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn smile more than holding a pretty woman in his arms, it was a winning hand at cards. To his dismay at the moment he had neither.

88% of what we call good songs aren’t really good. They merely remind us of a good time we once had.

The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.

I guess there's just a meanness in this world

I hope I've grown. We all should grow from year to year.

Kill that Garde as hard as you can!

Never settle for the crumbs of life.

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.