They Please The World Most, Who Please

What Good Is Speed If The Brain Has Oozed Out On The Way.

For It Is Good To Cleave To God, And To Put Our Hopes In The Lord, So That, When We Have Exchanged This Poor Life For The Kingdom Of Heaven, We May Cry Aloud: 'whom Have I In Heaven But Thee? There Is None Upon Earth That I Desire Beside Thee.' Assuredly, When We Have Found Such Wealth In Heaven, We May Well Grieve To Have Sought After Poor Passing Pleasures Here On Earth.

Who Would Have Believed That The Daughters Of That Mighty City Would One Day Be Wandering As Servants And Slaves On The Shores Of Egypt And Africa, Or That Bethlehem Would Daily Receive Noble Romans, Distinguished Ladies, Brought Up In Wealth And Now Reduced To Beggary? I Cannot Help Them All, But I Grieve And Weep With Them, And Am Completely Absorbed In The Duties Which Charity Imposes On Me. I Have Put Aside My Commentary On Ezekiel And Almost All Study. For Today We Must Translate The Precepts Of The Scriptures Into Deeds; Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words, We Must Act Them.

Virginity Can Be Lost By A Thought.

The Line, Often Adopted By Strong Men In Controversy, Of Justifying The Means By The End.