I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die.

Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

Learning should be a joy and full of excitement. It is life's greatest adventure; it is an illustrated excursion into the minds of the noble and the learned.

Saints rarely have friends; they are usually hated and derided, for they love and love is always rejected by hard-hearted men....saints do not advertise themselves; good men do not seek out a name in the world....the saints did what they did almost in stealth, asking nothing except that men love God.

I wanted to acquire an education, work extremely hard and never deviate from my goal, to make it.