And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

Good is never accomplished except at the cost of those who do it, truth never breaks through except through the sacrifice of those who spread it.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast when struggling passions lower, Touched by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.

If we are intended for great ends, we are called to great hazards.

Every breath of air and ray of light and heat, every beautiful prospect, is, as it were, the skirts of the (angel's) garments, the waving robes of those whose faces see God.

God has created me to do Him some definite service; He has committed some work to me which he has not committed to another, I have my mission ... He has not created me for naught ... If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him; If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about.

I shall drink to the Pope, if you please, still, to conscience first, and to the Pope afterwards.