He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

Strangers are contemporary posterity.

Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.

Feast of Dunstan, Archbishop of Canterbury, 988 Can the love of Christ move a Christian to fruitful, effective, full-time, unpaid service to those who belong to Him? I have no hesitation in answering, Yes, it can, and it must. St. Paul wrote, "The very spring of our actions is the love of Christ. We look at it this way: if one died for all men, then in a sense, they all died; and his purpose in dying for them is that their lives should now be no longer lived for themselves but for Him who died and rose again for them." There is the motive. Can anyone doubt that St. Paul's ministry was fruitful -- in wisdom, in Christ-like character, in testimony to the power of the Spirit of Christ -- or effective -- in conversions, in churches planted, in men raised up to carry on the work? Yet St. Paul spent long hours working with his hands to support himself. He served Christ, therefore, as an "amateur". Dare we say he was not really a "full time" worker? Or was he not really "unpaid"?

Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.

Good temper is an estate for life.

One today is worth two tomorrows.

The immortal could we cease to contemplate, The mortal part suggests its every trait. God laid His fingers on the ivories Of her pure members as on smoothed keys, And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.

Concentration is the ability to think about absolutely nothing when it is absolutely necessary.

In economics, the majority is always wrong.

Once during Prohibition I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.

In life, as in football, you won't go far unless you know where the goalposts are.

Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.

For the love of God, folks, don't do this at home.

No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face; Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape; This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

People wait for opportunity to come along...yet it is there every morning.

And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name of which was Beautiful.