Found 687 results for "Perfection (Catholic)"
by Niccolò Machiavelli
ALL THE STATES and Governments by which men are or ever have been ruled, have been and are either Republics or Princedom...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a sw...
by Stephen King
Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son.
by Thomas à Kempis, Jérôme de Gonnelieu
"Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness," says the Lord.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
THE only possible excuse for this book is that it is an answer to a challenge.
by Willa Cather
One afternoon in the autumn of 1851 a solitary horseman, followed by a pack-mule, was pushing through an arid stretch of...
by Henryk Sienkiewicz
IT WAS CLOSE to noon before Petronius came awake, feeling as drained and listless and detached as always.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
THE consulting-rooms of Dr Orion Hood, the eminent criminologist and specialist in certain moral disorders, lay along th...
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Sunday afternoon was clear, and the snow-covered prairie sparkled in the sunshine.
by Teresa of Avila, E. Allison Peers
Of the reason which moved me to found this convent in such strict observance.
by John Howard Griffin
For years the idea had haunted me, and that night it returned more insistently than ever.
by John Henry Newman
IT may easily be conceived how great a trial it is to me to write the following history of myself; but I must not shrink...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Catholic Way Publishing Staff
Once upon a time there were two little boys who lived chiefly in the front garden, because their villa was a model one.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Archie Sullivan
I cannot understand the people who take literature seriously; but I can love them, and I do.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Samuele Baracani
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Damian Andre
The flying ship of Professor Lucifer sang through the skies like a silver arrow; the bleak white steel of it, gleaming i...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
IN the frosty grey of winter twilight there comes a crackle and spurt of bluish fire; it is waved for an instant in a so...