Feast of the Birth of John the Baptist "Thou shalt not" is the beginning of wisdom. But the end of wisdom, the new law, is, "Thou shalt." To be Christian is to be old? Not a bit of it. To be Christian is to be reborn, and free, and unafraid, and immortally young.

It is always easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them.

The fewer the words, the better the prayer.

Commemoration of Margery Kempe, Mystic, after 1433 The blessed and inviting truth is that God is the most winsome of all beings and in our worship of Him we should find unspeakable pleasure.

Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word, That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.

Wit is cultured insolence.

The ideal man is his own best friend and takes delight in privacy.

I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can't stop eating peanuts.

That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another's. We see so much only as we possess.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

The Nation's first chief executive took his oath of office in April in New York City on the balcony of the Senate Chamber at Federal Hall on Wall Street. General Washington had been unanimously elected President by the first electoral college, and John Ad

It is always in season for old men to learn.

There is always a way to go if you look for it.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Veracity is the heart of morality.

There has to be positive action that allows the most disadvantaged people to get their fair share of job opportunities.

The comic, more than the tragic, because it ignites hope, leads to more, not less, participation in the struggle for a just world.

Do more than is required. What is the distance between someone who achieves their goals consistently and those who spend their lives and careers merely following? The extra mile.

The truth is, if you asked me to choose between winning the TdF and cancer, I would choose cancer. Odd as it sounds, I would rather have the title of cancer survivor than winner of the Tour, because of what it has done for me as a human being, a man, a husband, a son and a father. -Lance Armstrong.

Feast of Thomas Ken, Bishop of Bath & Wells, Hymnographer, 1711 When we look at the history of the Church, at the reckless fashion in which we have squandered our strength and time in fratricidal struggles between sect and sect, in embittered bickerings over matters often of secondary moment, while the world about us lies unwon, and the Church's great commission remains plainly unfulfilled, surely we can understand that outburst of Erasmus, when he cried that he wished that we would cease from our disputings altogether, and put all that energy and zeal that we are wasting upon them into the carrying of the Gospel to the heathen! Or recall the infinite pains that have been taken, down the centuries, to preserve minute orthodoxy in all points of mental belief while ugly evils flaunt along the streets and are accepted meekly as part of the makeup of things! Or recollect how easy it is to assume that we, ourselves, are Christian people. Why? Oh, well, just the usual reasons: we say our prayers, when we are not too sleepy; and we come to church, when there is nothing much to do; and so, of course, there is no doubt of it, although our tempers may remain uncurbed, and our characters are not the least like Jesus Christ's, nor growing any nearer it! Do we not need that solemn warning that Christ gives us when He tells us bluntly that many people lose their lives and souls, because they are always laying the emphasis and stress on the wrong points?