“O death that dividest brothers knit together in love, how cruel, how ruthless you are so to sunder them!”

— Jerome

Letter 60; Translated by W.H. Fremantle, G. Lewis and W.G. Martley. From Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers, Second Series, Vol. 6. Edited by Philip Schaff and Henry Wace. (Buffalo, NY: Christian Literature Publishing Co., 1893.) Revised and edited for New Advent by Kevin Knight. http://www.newadvent.org/fathers/3001.htm Letters

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Catholic saint and Doctor of the Church 345–420

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