“Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning.”

“God has created me to do Him some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next. I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons.He has not created me for naught. I shall do good; I shall do His work. I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending it if I do but keep His commandments.Therefore, I will trust Him, whatever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him, in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him. If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about. He may take away my friends. He may throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me. Still, He knows what He is about.”

“God has created me to do some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good; I shall do His work.”

“I shall drink to the Pope, if you please, still, to conscience first, and to the Pope afterwards.”

“Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th'encircling gloom,Lead Thou me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home,Lead Thou me on!Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to seeThe distant scene; one step enough for me.I was not ever thus, nor prayed that ThouShouldst lead me on;I loved to choose and see my path; but nowLead Thou me on!I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it stillWill lead me on.O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, tillThe night is gone,And with the morn those angel faces smile,Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!Meantime, along the narrow rugged path,Thyself hast trod,Lead, Saviour, lead me home in childlike faith,Home to my God.To rest forever after earthly strifeIn the calm light of everlasting life.”

“Such is the state of things in England, and it is well that it should be realised by all of us; but it must not be supposed for a moment that I am afraid of it. I lament it deeply, because I foresee that it may be the ruin of many souls; but I have no fear at all that it really can do aught of serious harm to the Word of God, to Holy Church, to our Almighty King, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, Faithful and True, or to His Vicar on earth. Christianity has been too often in what seemed deadly peril, that we should fear for it any new trial now. So far is certain; on the other hand, what is uncertain, and in these great contests commonly is uncertain, and what is commonly a great surprise, when it is witnessed, is the particular mode by which, in the event, Providence rescues and saves His elect inheritance. Sometimes our enemy is turned into a friend; sometimes he is despoiled of that special virulence of evil which was so threatening; sometimes he falls to pieces of himself; sometimes he does just so much as is beneficial, and then is removed. Commonly the Church has nothing more to do than to go on in her own proper duties, in confidence and peace; to stand still and to see the salvation of God.”

“The Pilgrim Queen(A Song)There sat a Lady all on the ground,Rays of the morning circled her round,Save thee, and hail to thee, Gracious and Fair,In the chill twilight what wouldst thou there?'Here I sit desolate,' sweetly said she,'Though I'm a queen, and my name is Marie:Robbers have rifled my garden and store,Foes they have stolen my heir from my bower. 'They said they could keep Him far better than I,In a palace all His, planted deep and raised high.'Twas a palace of ice, hard and cold as were they,And when summer came, it all melted away.'Next would they barter Him, Him the Supreme,For the spice of the desert, and gold of the stream;And me they bid wander in weeds and alone,In this green merry land which once was my own.'I look'd on that Lady, and out from her eyesCame the deep glowing blue of Italy's skies; And she raised up her head and she smiled, as a QueenOn the day of her crowning, so bland and serene.'A moment,' she said, 'and the dead shall revive;The giants are failing, the Saints are alive;I am coming to rescue my home and my reign,And Peter and Philip are close in my train.”