You Must Be Patient, You Must Wait

We Must Make Up Our Minds To Be Ignorant Of Much, If We Would Know Anything.

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

I Toast The Pope, But I Toast Conscience First.

Let Us Put Ourselves Into His Hands, And Not Be Startled Though He Leads Us By A Strange Way, A Mirabilis Via, As The Church Speaks. Let Us Be Sure He Will Lead Us Right, That He Will Bring Us To That Which Is, Not Indeed What We Think Best, Nor What Is Best For Another, But What Is Best For Us.

Stuffing Birds Or Playing Stringed Instruments Is An Elegant Pastime, And A Resource To The Idle, But It Is Not Education.