To Saints Their Very Slumber Is A

Instead Of Speaking Saintly Words We Must Act Them.

The Charges We Bring Against Others Often Come Home To Ourselves; We Inveigh Against Faults Which Are As Much Ours As Theirs; And So Our Eloquence Ends By Telling Against Ourselves.

The Face Is The Mirror Of The Mind, And Eyes Without Speaking Confess The Secrets Of The Heart.

Beauty When Unadorned Is Adorned The Most.

For It Is Good To Cleave To God, And To Put Our Hopes In The Lord, So That, When We Have Exchanged This Poor Life For The Kingdom Of Heaven, We May Cry Aloud: 'whom Have I In Heaven But Thee? There Is None Upon Earth That I Desire Beside Thee.' Assuredly, When We Have Found Such Wealth In Heaven, We May Well Grieve To Have Sought After Poor Passing Pleasures Here On Earth.