A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

Is the leadership of the world-wide church in the hands of men and women who know how to lead others one by one to Jesus Christ? We are so concerned with planning and administration that there is a danger lest we allow these things to serve as an excuse for not doing the one thing on which all else depends.

The first responsibility of a leader is to define reality. The last is to say thank you. In between, the leader is a servant. - "Leadership Is an Art".

There is enough in the world for everyone to have plenty, to live happily, and to be at peace with his neighbors.

"Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with," the Mock Turtle replied, "and the different branches of Arithmetic--Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision."

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

A fly sat on the chariot wheel And said "what a dust I raise."

A wife encourages her husband's egoism in order to encourage her own.

Around his form his loose long robe was thrown, And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.

Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.

Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood; And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.

"’Go ye’ is as much a part of Christ's Gospel as ‘Come unto Me.’ You are not even a Christian until you have honestly faced your responsibility in regard to the carrying of the Gospel to the ends of the earth. J. Stuart Holden).

If all the gold in the world were melted down into a solid cube it would be about the size of an eight room house. If a man got possession of all that gold -- billions of dollars worth -- he could not buy a friend, character, peace of mind, clear conscience or a sense of eternity.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.

Talent is a question of quantity. Talent does not write one page: it writes three hundred.

Feast of François de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, Teacher, 1622 Be patient, not only with respect to the main trials which beset you, but also under the accidental and accessory annoyances which arise out of them. We often find people who imagine themselves ready to accept a trial in itself who are impatient of its consequences.

God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder the source of which is beyond all reason.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things.

Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from?