 I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. |
| The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings. |
| Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it. |
| Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery. |
| It's like being a Knight of the Garter. It's an honor, but it doesn't hold up anything. |
| Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? |
| Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn. |
| Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded. |
| Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals. |
| The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away. |
| Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius. |
