Evils in the journey of life are like the hills which alarm travelers on their road.- Both appear great at a distance, but when we approach them we find they are far less insurmountable than we had conceived.
Evils in the journey of life are like the hills which alarm travelers on their road.- Both appear great at a distance, but when we approach them we find they are far less insurmountable than we had conceived.
Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.
There are three modes of bearing the ills of life, by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion.
The two most precious things this side of the grave are our reputation and our life. But it is to be lamented that the most contemptible whisper may deprive us of the one, and the weakest weapon of the other.
Life isn't like a book. Life isn't logical or sensible or orderly. Life is a mess most of the time. And theology must be lived in the midst of that mess.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories