“Spring passes into summer and through summer and autumn into winter. Only the more surely, by its ultimate return, to triumph over that grave toward which it resolutely hastens from its first hour. We mourn over the blossoms of May because they are to wither. But we know withal that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of the solemn circle which never stops. Which teaches us in our height of hopes ever to be sober. And, in our depths of desolation, never to despair.”
– Cardinal Newman
Thought for the day
Notes from Aunt Gem 