Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!
Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.
Why dost thou not pray. . . to give thee the faculty of not fearing any of the things which thou fearest, or of not desiring any of the things which thou desirest, or not being pained at anything, rather than pray that any of these things should not happen or happen?
O Jesus, here present in the Holy Eucharist, Thy Heart is all aglow with love for me! Thou dost call me, Thou dost urge me to come to Thee.
Do good with what thou hast, or it will do thee no good.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
One of my favourite quotations is: 'That which thy father bequeathed thee, earn it anew, if thou wouldst possess it. '
To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true.
Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
O SON OF MAN! My calamity is My providence, outwardly it is fire and vengeance, but inwardly it is light and mercy. Hasten thereunto that thou mayest become an eternal light and an immortal spirit. This is My command unto thee, do thou observe it.
That’s right. Get thee behind me, bitches. I don’t got no time for you. Ha! (Tabitha)
Be as far from desiring the popular love as fearful to deserve the popular hate; ruin dwells in both: the one will hug thee to death; the other will crush thee to destruction: to escape the first, be not ambitious; to avoid the second, be not seditious.
A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.
God, I pray light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn up for thee.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
Let not adversity oppress thee: be rather like unto the nail; the farther 'tis hammered, the firmer it holds.
I wish thee as much pleasure in the reading, as I had in the writing.
Tell not thy previous loves to a woman, lest she also telleth thee hers.
A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb; By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd, Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's a jest.