“Most people are nice when you finally see them.”– Harper Lee

Fr. Michael Sliney, LC
“Most people are nice when you finally see them.”– Harper Lee
“Where most men work for degrees after their names, we work for one ‘before’ our names: ‘St.’ It’s a much more difficult degree to attain. It takes a lifetime, and you don’t get your diploma until you’re dead.”Mother Angelica
“Strive to preserve your heart in peace; let no event of this world disturb it.” St. John of the Cross
“We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins. While there is life there is happiness. There is much, much before us.” – Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
“A quarrel between friends, when made up, adds a new tie to friendship, as … the callosity formed round a broken bone makes it stronger than before.” St. Francis de Sales
“God leads every soul by a separate path.” St. John of the Cross
“There were two classes of charitable people: one, the people who did a little and made a great deal of noise; the other, the people who did a great deal and made no noise at all.”
― Charles Dickens, Bleak House
“We may well call St Joseph the martyr of the hidden life, for no one ever suffered as he did. But why so much sorrow in his life? Simply because the holier a person is, the more he must suffer for the love and glory of God. Suffering is the flowering of God’s grace in a soul and the triumph of the soul’s love for God.”St. Peter Julian Eymard
“As all partings foreshadow the great final one, – so, empty rooms, bereft of a familiar presence, mournfully whisper what your room and what mine must one day be.”
― Charles Dickens, Bleak House