A Quote by Gertrude Stein

A saint is one to be for two when three and you make five and two and cover. A at most. Saint saint a saint. — © Gertrude Stein
A saint is one to be for two when three and you make five and two and cover. A at most. Saint saint a saint.
I wish people wouldn't think of me as a saint - unless they agree with the definition of a saint that a saint's a sinner who goes on trying.
Whenever anybody called Nelson Mandela a saint, he would say: "If by saint you mean a sinner who is trying to be better, then I'm a saint."
You cannot make a sinner into a saint by killing him. He who does not live as a saint here will never live as a saint hereafter.
To defend his purity, Saint Francis of Assisi rolled in the snow, Saint Benedict threw himself into a thorn bush, and Saint Bernard plunged into an icy pond... You - what have you done?
A saint is Christ's bride, totally attached, faithful, dependent. A saint is also totally independent, detached from idols and from other husbands... A saint is higher than anyone else in the world. A saint is the real mountain climber. A saint is also lower than anyone else in the world. As with water, he flows to the lowest places - like Calcutta.
You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.
A saint is a person who gives of themself without asking for anything in return. That's how simple it is to be a saint. Try it! Try being a saint.
A saint is a person who gives of themself without asking for anything in return. That's how simple it is to be a saint. Try it! Try being a saint
When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint." -Della
A saint is never consciously a saint- a saint is consciously dependent on God.
When we are consciously aware of being used as broken bread and poured out wine, we have yet another level to reach - a level where all awareness of ourselves and what God is doing through us is completely eliminated. A saint is never consciously a saint - a saint is consciously dependent on God.
I want to be a saint, a real saint while I am young, for there is so much work to do.
My father was a saint. He was the closest thing to a saint that you can find in a normal man.
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
I knew a girl so ugly, she had a face like a saint-a Saint Bernard!
I love to dwell on the thought that the artist is next in divinity to the saint. He, like the saint, performs miracles.
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