Archbishop Fulton Sheen

The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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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?

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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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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Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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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.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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The greatest love story of all time is contained in a tiny white host.

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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