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Nowhere other than looking at himself in the mirror of the Cross can man better understand how much he is worth.

— St. Anthony of Padua  <link>

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.

— St. Augustine  <link>

The great spiritual challenge is to discover, over time, that the limited, conditional, and temporal love we receive from parents, husbands, wives, children, teachers, colleagues and friends are reflections of the unlimited, unconditional and everlasting love of God.

— Henri Nouwen  <link>

Consider how much more often you suffer from your anger and grief than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.

— Marcus Aurelius  <link>

If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up somewhere else.

— Yogi Berra  <link>

Changing the Church

If anyone wants to have the Church changed, he must make himself the starting-point of renewal. For the critic himself is part of what the Church is suffering from. For usually his own life is not much of a recommendation for Christianity.

— Karl Rahner, SJ, Theology for Renewal:  Bishops, Priests, Laity  <link>

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet  <link>

There is a great book: the very appearance of created things. Look above you! Look below you! Note it. Read it. God, whom you want to discover, never wrote that book with ink. Instead He set before your eyes the things that He had made. Can you ask for a louder voice than that? Why, heaven and earth shout to you: “God made me!”

— St. Augustine, City of God, 11:22  <link>

It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.

— C.S. Lewis  <link>

Nothing is worth more than this day.

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  <link>

A Moment’s Halt—a momentary taste
Of Being from the Well amid the Waste—
And Lo!—the phantom Caravan has reach’d
The Nothing it set out from—Oh, make haste!

— Omar Khayyam, from The Rubaiyat, XLVIII, tr. Edward Fitzgerald  <link>

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy.
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

— William Blake  <link>