I cannot imagine any other country in the world where the opposition would seek, and the chief executive would allow, the dissemination of his most private and personal conversations with his staff, which, to be honest, do not exactly confer sainthood on anyone concerned.
I am not elevating women to sainthood, nor am I suggesting that all women share the same views, or that all women are good and all men bad.
Sainthood emerges when you can listen to someone's tale of woe and not respond with a description of your own.
Immortality makes sense only when the individual soul can be thought of as merging into a great collective mush of sainthood. If we take anything with us into the next world, it is not what survives in the memories of our relicts.
Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.
Laughter's the nearest we ever get, or should get, to sainthood. It's the state of grace that saves most of us from contempt.
The vanities of all others may gradually die out, but the vanity of a saint regarding his sainthood is hard indeed to wear away.
Sainthood lies in the habit of referring the smallest actions to God.
With the world in the state it is today, whoever is virtuous must be so to the point of sainthood, and even beyond; whoever is a sinner must be so to the point of bestiality and even beyond. Today the middle road is no more.
Saints are what they are not because their sanctity makes them admirable to others, but because the gift of sainthood makes it possible for them to admire everyone else.