October 1st

“The devil is very much afraid of resolute souls, knowing by experience that they inflict great injury upon him.”

-St. Teresa of Avila

August 31

"Jesus has chosen us for Himself; we belong to Him. Let us be so convinced of this belonging that we do not allow anything, however small, to separate us from this belonging- from this love."

-St. Teresa of Calcutta

August 30

“When a person loves another dearly, he desires strongly to be close to the other: therefore, why be afraid to die? Death brings us to God!"

-St. Josephine Bakhita

August 29

Feast of the Martyrdom of St. John the Baptist

“His persecutors had demanded not that he should deny Christ, but only that he should keep silent about the truth. But to endure temporal agonies for the sake of the truth was not a heavy burden for such men as John; rather it was easily borne and even desirable, for he knew eternal joy would be his reward.”

-St. Bede the Venerable about St. John the Baptist

August 28

Feast of St. Augustine, Bishop and Doctor (354 – 430)

“You have created us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless till they rest in you.”

-St. Augustine

August 27

Feast of St. Monica  (331 – 387)

“One thing only I ask you, that you remember me at the altar of the Lord wherever you may be.”

-St. Monica

August 26

“Nothing half-hearted for me–

I will follow Christ with all my heart and soul.”

-St. Therese of Lisieux

August 25

Feast of St. Joseph Calasanz, Priest (1557 – 1648)

“Like the twigs of plants the young are easily influenced, as long as someone works to change their souls.”

-St. Joseph Calasanz

August 16

Feast of St. Stephen of Hungary, King (969-1038)

“Be strong lest prosperity lift you up too much or adversity cast you down. Be humble in this life, that God may raise you up in the next. Be chaste so that you may never voluntarily bring disgrace upon anyone.”

-St. Stephen of Hungary, King

August 15

Feast of the Assumption

Who is she that ascends so high,

Next the Heavenly King,

Round about whom Angels fly

And her praises sing?

Who is she that, adorned with light,

Makes the sun her robe,

At whose feet the queen of night

Lays her changing globe?

To that crown direct their eyes,

Which her head attires;

There thou mayest her name descry

Writ in starry fires.

This is she in whose pure womb

Heaven’s Prince remained;

Therefore in no earthly tomb

Can she be contained.

Heaven she was, which held that fire,

Whence the world took light,

And to Heaven doth now aspire

Flames with flames t’ unite.

She that did so clearly shine

When our day begun,

See how bright her beams decline

Now she sits with the Sun.

-Sir John Beaumont (1583 – 1627)