Now are the days, of humblest prayer, When consciences to God lie bare, And mercy most delights to spare. Oh hearken when we cry. Now is the season, wisely long, Of sadder thought and graver song, When ailing souls grow… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
We can exaggerate about many things; but we can never exaggerate our obligation to Jesus, or the compassionate abundance of the love of Jesus… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Devotion to the Blessed Sacrament is the queen of all devotions. It is the central devotion of the Church. All others gather round it,… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
For children is there any happiness which is not also noise? — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Kind thoughts are rarer than either kind words or deeds. They imply a great deal of thinking about others. This in itself is rare.… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
The buried talent is the sunken rock on which most lives strike and founder. — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Kindness is too often left uncultivated, because men do not sufficiently understand its value. Men may be charitable and not kind; merciful, yet not… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Love's secret is always to be doing things for God, and not to mind because they are such very little ones. — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Is the scrupulous attention I am paying to the government of my tongue at all proportioned to that tremendous truth revealed through St. James,… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea Oratory Hymns. — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
We strain hardest for things which are almost, but now quite within reach. — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
The exercise of patience involves a continual practice of the presence of God, for we may be called upon at any moment for an… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness… — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,The protest of the weak against the strong. — Frederick William Faber Copy Share Image
