Homo Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns
They always win who side with God.
Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence, or learning.
Now are the days, of humblest prayer, When consciences to God lie bare, And mercy most delights to spare. Oh hearken when we cry. Now is the season, wisely long, Of sadder thought and graver song, When ailing souls grow well and strong. Oh hearken when we cry. The feast of penance! Oh so bright, With true conversion's heavenly light, Like sunrise after stormy night! Oh hearken when we cry. Oh happy time of blessed tears, Of surer hopes, of chast'ning fears, Undoing all our evil years. Oh hearken when we cry. Chastise us with Thy fear; Yet, Father! in the multitude Of Thy compassions, hear!
The great fact is, that life is a service. The only question is, "Whom will we serve?
Kind thoughts are rarer than either kind words or deeds. They imply a great deal of thinking about others. This in itself is rare. But they also imply a great deal of thinking about others without the thoughts being criticisms. This is rarer still.
There is a grace of kind listening, as well as a grace of kind speaking.
I guess I have a faith. I have an overriding feeling that all of this can't be for nothing. But then I also fully understand that it might be.
You enter into a certain amount of madness when you marry a person with pets.
The day I acquired the habit of consciously pronouncing the words "thank you", I felt I had gained possession of a magic wand capable of transforming everything.
I have sometimes played my best Davis Cup matches away from home when you stay in the moment a bit more. But it is tough when half the crowd are spitting on you.