Everything and everyone is won by the sweetness of our words and of our works.
--Saint John Bosco
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Show me your heart
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
--Archbishop Fulton Sheen
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Prayer
Prayer is an end to isolation. It is living our daily life with Someone: with Him who alone can deliver us from solitude.
--Georges Lefevre
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Time for tea
“Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones - the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.”
--Rabindranath Tagore
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cheerfulness Taught by Reason
I THINK we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow faint
To muse upon eternity's constraint
Round our aspirant souls; but since the scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop,
For a few days consumed in loss and taint ?
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints ? At least it may be said
' Because the way is short, I thank thee, God. '
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might grow faint
To muse upon eternity's constraint
Round our aspirant souls; but since the scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop,
For a few days consumed in loss and taint ?
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints ? At least it may be said
' Because the way is short, I thank thee, God. '
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A book
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
--Oliver Wendell Holmes
--Oliver Wendell Holmes
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