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For those looking for Fulton Sheen's mp3 talks, here it is:
For those looking for Fulton Sheen's mp3 talks, here it is:
Will try to upload more soon. Connection seems slow.
About Fulton Sheen:
After earning high school valedictorian honors at Spalding Institute in Peoria in 1913, Sheen was educated at St. Viator College in Bourbonnais, Illinois, attended Saint Paul Seminary in Minnesota before his ordination[1] then followed that with further studies at The Catholic University of America in Washington, D.C..[5] on September 20, 1919,
Sheen earned a Doctorate in Philosophy at the University of Louvain in Belgium where he became the first American to receive the Cardinal Mercier Prize for International Philosophy as well as attaining the Aggrege degree with outstanding distinction.
Fulton Sheen Quotes:
Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
It's like being a Knight of the Garter. It's an honor, but it doesn't hold up anything.
Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.
Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.
The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.
Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
It's like being a Knight of the Garter. It's an honor, but it doesn't hold up anything.
Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.
Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.
The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.
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