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I am reading letters by a wonderful Sacred Heart Nun, a Scotswoman, who wrote in 1917 about the lives of the saints. Her name was Mother F. A. Forbes Here is an excerpt:
"Mr. W. has written me several letters, very disheartened with the scanty sale of Catholic books. He says that 'one would gather that catechisms, prayer-books and penny pamphlets seem to suffice for the needs of our Catholic reading public."”
“Someday when you are my age, 78, you may remember that I like to say that whereas I imagined intellectual eros would diminish with bodily infirmity, in fact, it is now voracious, as I am even more eager than before to have more of a God's eye view of reality, before moving to my eternal home!!!!”
I plucked off the library shelf a book about General Sherman's son who became a Jesuit. He is advising his younger brother, who was studying at Yale:
"Never let your A Kempis get covered with dust, or your Beads grow rusty. We've got more wisdom than Yale knows and we must not be robbed while being enriched."