My mom was a saint. She taught me to be terminally nice.

A silent man is easily reputed wise. A man who suffers none to see him in the common jostle and undress of life easily gathers round him a mysterious veil of unknown sanctity and men honor him for a saint. The unknown is always wonderful.

'A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints' was the first real actor-actor part I did and I hope I to do more. Action movies are fun but I'd be happy not to do them if there are better roles.

Their memory's like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream.

The history of saints is mainly the history of insane people.

Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.

That the saints may enjoy their beatitude and the grace of God more abundantly they are permitted to see the punishment of the damned in hell.

God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes to be sure but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

Remember the sufferings of Christ the storms that were weathered... the crown that came from those sufferings which gave new radiance to the faith... All saints give testimony to the truth that without real effort no one ever wins the crown.