"Saint, n.: A dead sinner revised and edited." -- Ambrose Bierce.
Today's Perverse Verse:
It's a sad fact but one that we secretly relish
That those whose wholesomest words and deeds we most embellish
And whom we venerate as a saint,
Everyone, it seems, has one skeleton in his or her closet or another,
Including that most saintly of all figures you can think of--
Even Mother Teresa, we now know, had her moments of doubt and misgiving,
Times when she exclaimed to herself: "This is a hell of a way to make a living!"