Quotes About Fulton

In Life of Christ, Archbishop Fulton Sheen puts it this way: "No man can love anything unless he can get his arms around it, and the cosmos is too big and too bulky. But once God became a Babe and was wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in a manger, men could say, 'This is Emmanuel, this is God with us.

It was to a virgin woman that the birth of the Son of God was announced. It was to a fallen woman that His Resurrection was announced.

This is a very imperfect analogy, because the nature of a thing is not a core but a principle.

The very word mercy is derived from the Latin miserum cor, a sorrowful heart. Mercy is, therefore, a compassionate understanding of another's unhappiness.

Like all great divorces, whether they be marital or epistemological, it had its antecedents in history.

The essence of obscenity is the turning of the inner mystery into a jest.

It is the forgetfulness of these principles which as made for the anarchy in thinking in so much of the anemic philosophy of our day.

Most sound minds resent flattery, because they see the egotism behind the screen of altruism.

Here is the answer to the riddle of love. Love implies relation. If lived in isolation, it becomes selfishness; if absorbed in collectivity, it loses its personality and, therefore, the right to love.

Goodness by its nature is lovable and love finds it impossible not to pursue goodness.

If sex does not mount to heaven, it descends into hell. There is no such thing as giving the body without giving the soul.

Love is never compelled, except in hell. There, love has to submit to justice.

since lower nature had fallen through man, it was fitting that all lower nature should be reconciled to God through man. That is why there was an Incarnation instead of pantheism.

Humility is dependence on God as pride is independence of Him. The humble soul is always the thankful soul.

She recognizes the cramped handwriting, the internecine, slashing script. She has studied it under the gaze of the Institute Librarian, in locked rooms -- she even, in the early, giddy days of her conversion, practiced Fulton's handwriting for hours. Knows the ink. . . . Here it is now, on the familiar notebook paper Fulton preferred. She tracked down the manufacturer once; they have a plant across the river where they still turn out the Fontaine line.

American inventor Robert Fulton was putting the finishing touches to his latest batch of torpedoes.

It was a brilliant performance, a great triumph for Fulton.