The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.
Saint AugustineRead
Let our lives be good, and the times are good. We make our times; such as we are, such are the times.
Interpretation
Our personal quality of life shapes the world around us, indicating that our actions influence our environment.
Saint Augustine's quote emphasizes the correlation between individual character and the broader societal conditions. It suggests that if we strive for goodness in our own lives, the times we live in will reflect that goodness. The essence of our actions and virtues contributes to the collective human experience, shaping the world we inhabit.
In practice
In a motivational speech about personal responsibility.
The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.
There is no health in those who are displeased by an element in Your creation, just as there was none in me when I was displeased by many things You had made. Because my soul didn't dare to say that my God displeased me, it refused to attribute to You whatever was displeasing.
Bad times, hard times, this is what people keep saying; but let us live well, and times shall be good. We are the times: Such as we are, such are the times.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
Whatever skills I have acquired, whatever gifts I have been given, I place them at Your service.
Everyone who observes himself doubting observes a truth, and about that which he observes he is certain; therefore he is certain about a truth. Everyone therefore who doubts whether truth exists has in himself a truth on which not to doubt.... Hence one who can doubt at all ought not to doubt the existence of truth.
A gift without a heart behind it is a bribe. God asks for our heart, not our gifts.
I am not interested in the past. I am interested in the future, for that is where I expect to spend the rest of my life.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Just as King Midas turned everything to gold, Stalin turned everything to mediocrity.
You can't judge an internal injury by the size of the hole.
Day by day, we are becoming what we shall be eternally. The spirit who convicts us is also the spirit who consoles.
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