As a man passes into middle life, or beyond it, autumn, it has been said, whispers more to his soul than any other season of the natural year. It is not difficult to see why this should be.

Nothing is really lost by a life of sacrifice; everything is lost by failure to obey God's call.

The life of man is made up of action and endurance; the life is fruitful in the ratio in which it is laid out in noble action or in patient perseverance.

How do I know that there is a God? In the same way that I know, on looking at the sand, when a man or beast has crossed the desert - by His footprints in the world around me.

A deliberate rejection of duty prescribed by already recognized truth cannot but destroy, or at least impair most seriously the clearness of our mental vision.

The real difficulty with thousands in the present day is not that Christianity has been found wanting, but that it has never been seriously tried.

Prayer is the act by which man, detaching himself from the embarrassments of sense and nature, ascends to the true level of his destiny.

What we do on some great occasion will probably depend on what we already are; and what we are will be the result of previous years of self-discipline.

Truth has her sterner responsibilities sooner or later in store for those who have known anything about her.

The Church of the Apostles was a Church of the poor; of silver and gold it had none.

Again and again the Church of Christ has been all but engulfed, as men might have deemed, in the billows; again and again the storm has been calmed by the Master, Who had seemed for awhile to sleep.

Many of us are guilty of not taking enough time to dial into our inner child's voice.

Media is Munchausen by proxy.

After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on stone. They are a trait and not an error.

The universe is composed of an indefinite and perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.

Bob Barr is not crazy enough for my taste.

America believes in freedom. The English don't believe in it. They don't believe in happiness.

When I was 3 years old, my parents got a dog. I was jealous of the dog, so they got rid of me.

Learn from cinema. Be economic with descriptions. Sort out the telling detail from the lifeless one. Write dialogue that people would actually speak.

There's something about a humid, dusky evening that's kind of sexy.

Still the bubbling mind; herein lies freedom and bliss eternal.