The mountains of today are the molehills of tomorrow.
Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired
Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.
Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.
I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians.
You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.