The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.
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Archbishop Fulton Sheen
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?
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Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
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Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.
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Hearing nuns’ confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
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Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
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Never measure your generosity by what you give, but rather by what you have left.
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There are not over a 100 people in the U.S. that hate the Catholic Church, there are millions however, who hate what they wrongly believe to be the Catholic Church, which is, of course, quite a different thing.
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