I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind . . . cast-off and everyday clothing.
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.
To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.
I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place.
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
Friendships are discovered rather than made.
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