Quotes About Bishop

it was cruel of her to spend her only time in contact with the outside world telling lies to a little boy, but then, the first story that Mother Basil had told me was about a talking snake who gave tainted fruit to naked people, and the bishop had made her an abbess.

That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.

The first proof of charity in a priest, especially a bishop, is poverty.

In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D—— He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see of D—— since 1806.

Madame Magloire sometimes called him 'Your Highness.' One day, rising from his armchair, he went to his library for a book. It was on one of the upper shelves, and as the bishop was rather short, he could not reach it. 'Madame Magloire,' said he, 'bring me a chair. My highness cannot reach that shelf.

M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think. He was obliged to undergo it although he was a bishop, and because he was a bishop. But after all, the rumors with which his name was connected were rumors only,—noise, sayings, words; less than words— palabres, as the energetic language of the South expresses it.

A reflection from this heaven shone upon the bishop. But it was also a luminous transparency, for this heaven was within him: this heaven was his conscience.

It was the second white apparition which he had encountered. The Bishop had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the dawn of love to rise.

The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he turned abruptly to the director of the hospital.

He was not tall; he was rather plump; and, in order to combat this tendency, he was fond of taking long strolls on foot; his step was firm, and his form was but slightly bent, a detail from which we do not pretend to draw any conclusion. Gregory XVI., at the age of eighty, held himself erect and smiling, which did not prevent him from being a bad bishop.

As the bishop was rather short of stature, he could not reach it. Madame Magloire, said he, fetch me a chair. My greatness [grandeur] does not reach as far as that shelf.

So it's the silver you're worrying about.' said the bishop. 'I can't tell you where that is.

Monsieur Mayor," said the bishop, "that is just it. I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.

I heard of a Bishop Hulda at the Vatican in Rome who was helping Catholic SS officers, so that's where we went.

The Bishop was aghast, and my father chuckled. Yes, pig-ethics, Ernest went on remorselessly. That is the meaning of the capitalist system. And that is what your church is standing for, what you are preaching for every time you get up in the pulpit. Pig-ethics! There is no other name for it. Bishop

I was, indeed, greatly irritated at the bishop's having suggested any grounds of suspicion, however remotely, against a person whom he had never seen: and I thought of letting him know my mind in Greek: which, at the same time that it would furnish some presumption that I was no swindler, would also (I hoped) compel the bishop to reply in the same language; in which case, I doubted not to make it appear, that if I was not so rich as his lordship, I was a far better Grecian.

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The inscriptions and the paintings in the catacombs showed the early Christians gathering around their bishop, priests, and deacons to celebrate Mass and the sacraments.

Conscience is God's diocese, where none has right to visit, but He who is the Bishop of our souls (1 Peter 2:25

Faith founded schools; it is not dependent on them. A high authority has told us that we are more likely to find faith in an old woman on her knees scrubbing the floors of a public building than in a bishop on his throne.

The Bishop, as I have remarked, was not very dignified on all occasions, and sometimes acted in such a manner as would not have appeared well in public.

They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street Delmonico's, and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.

You were the one who threatened us with an Inquisitor, the Bishop reminded him. With a smile. The Speaker's smile was just as chilly. And you're the one who told the people I was Satan and they shouldn't talk to me.

Bishop Peregrino smiled grimly, the way a duelist might salute a worthy opponent.