Learn to labour and to wait.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.