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Let Quotes by Francis of Assisi
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon.
- Nothing can tend so much to humble us before the mercy and justice of God as the consideration of His benefits and our own sins.…
- And just as He appeared before the holy Apostles in true flesh, so now He has us see Him in the Sacred Bread. Looking at…
- And in any preaching you do, admonish the people concerning repentance, and that nobody can be saved except he who receives the most holy Body…
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love, Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt,…
- Let us also love our neighbors as ourselves. Let us have charity and humility. Let us give alms because these cleanse our souls from the…
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- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. — Francis of Assisi
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon. — Francis of Assisi
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