Quotes About Sacrifice

The life of a conscientious clergyman is not easy. I have always considered a clergyman as the father of a larger family than he is able to maintain. I would rather have chancery suits upon my hands than the cure of souls.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate ... at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in a maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, let up, or slow up.

In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar, a custom which is still continued.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there is no God.

Those who serve a cause are not those who love that cause. They are those who love the life which has to be led in order to serve it - except in the case of the very purest, and they are rare.

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat.

The highest courage is not to be found in the instinctive acts of men who risk their lives to save a friend or slay a foe; the physical fearlessness of a moment or an hour is not to be compared with immolation of months or years for the sake of wisdom or art.

And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

Human life consists in mutual service. No grief, pain, misfortune, or 'broken heart' is excuse for cutting off one's life while any power of service remains. But when all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.

You cannot have your cake and eat it.

You cannot sell the cow and sup the milk.

Self-denial is painful for a moment, but very agreeable in the end.

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England.

What have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own?

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in the world.

With renunciation life begins.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I could die for you.

Cheers for the sailors that fought on the wave for it, Cheers for the soldiers that always were brave for it, Tears for the men that went down to the grave for it, Here comes the Flag!

"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said.

In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.

If of thy mortal goods thoU art bereft, And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one, and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

We are content to forgo joy when pain is also lost.

Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

He who endures penance and hardships for another delights in that person's company.