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
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
