David Given Schwarm

Oh, what greater assurance is there in all the world of the mercy of god? Lost sheep, prodigal sons, broken Magdalens, penitent Peters, forgiven thieves! Such is the rosary of Divine forgiveness.

Heaven is a city on a hill, hence we cannot coast into it; we have to climb. Those who are too lazy to mount can miss its capture as well as the evil who refuse to see it.

The only difference between a sinner and a saint is found in their attitude toward their sins–the one persisting in them; the others weep bitterly.

Our personal dispositions are as windowspanes through which we see the world either as rosy or dull. The way we color the glasses we wear is the way the world seems to us.

Every man rejoices twice when he has a partner in his joy. He who shares tears with us wipes them away. He divides them in two, and he who laughs with us makes the joy double.