Thomas More

Saint Thomas More (7 February 1478 – 6 July 1535), also known as Sir Thomas More, was an English lawyer, writer, and politician. He is chiefly remembered for his principled refusal to accept King Henry VIII's claim to be the supreme head of the Church of England, a decision which ended his political career and led to his execution as a traitor. In 1935, four hundred years after his death, More was canonized in the Catholic Church and was later declared the patron saint of statesmen, lawyers, and politicians.

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Thomas More

Marriage is an Athenic weaving together of families, of two souls with their individual fates and destinies, of time and eternity - everyday life married to the timeless mysteries of the soul.

A friendship like love is warm; a love like friendship is steady.

An absolutely new idea is one of the rarest things known to man.

He travels best that knows when to return.

Our emotional symptoms are precious sources of life and individuality.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Because the soul has such deep roots in personal and social life and its values run so contrary to modern concerns, caring for the soul may well turn out to be a radical act, a challenge to accepted norms.

By confronting us with irreducible mysteries that stretch our daily vision to include infinity, nature opens an inviting and guiding path toward a spiritual life.

And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another; and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others.

I would uphold the law if for no other reason but to protect myself.

I die the king's faithful servant, but God's first.

'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

Oh! blame not the bard.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled but few are educated.