To Saints Their Very Slumber Is A

I Praise Wedlock, I Praise Marital Union, But Only Because They Produce Me Virgins.

Woman Is The Root Of All Evil.

They Please The World Most, Who Please Christ Least.

Quick Enough, If Good Enough.

Who Would Have Believed That The Daughters Of That Mighty City Would One Day Be Wandering As Servants And Slaves On The Shores Of Egypt And Africa, Or That Bethlehem Would Daily Receive Noble Romans, Distinguished Ladies, Brought Up In Wealth And Now Reduced To Beggary? I Cannot Help Them All, But I Grieve And Weep With Them, And Am Completely Absorbed In The Duties Which Charity Imposes On Me. I Have Put Aside My Commentary On Ezekiel And Almost All Study. For Today We Must Translate The Precepts Of The Scriptures Into Deeds; Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words, We Must Act Them.