But this will not do, God will certainly punish you for stealing and for being unfaithful.

All the time spent idly, is spent wickedly, and is unfaithfulness to our masters.

If there was no Bible, it would be no matter whether you could read or not. Reading other books would do you no good.

Let all the time you can get be spent in trying to learn to read.

The Bible is a revelation of the mind and will of God to men. Therein we may learn, what God is.

Now the Bible tells us that we are all by nature, sinners, that we are slaves to sin and Satan, and that unless we are converted, or born again, we must be miserable forever.

It is our duty to be faithful, not with eye service as men pleasers.

We live so little time in this world that it is no matter how wretched and miserable we are, if it prepares us for heaven.

We cannot certainly, have any excuse either for taking any thing that belongs to our masters without their leave, or for being unfaithful in their business.

It is very wicked for you not to take care of your masters goods, but how much worse is it to pilfer and steal from them, whenever you think you shall not be found out.

Good servants frequently make good masters.

It is your life, so who should change it?

Religion is a tool used by wicked people to twist other people into doing the things they want them to do".

The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.

I am an actress and acting is my passion... period!

Only a heathen would bring a gun to a sword fight.' And only a moron would bring a sword to a gunfight.

Here's Henry, trying to burst the bubble still further, if indeed it needs more bursting

If you want to be a dear old lady at seventy you have to begin early, say about seventeen.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

Being a son of the pastor, I was never allowed to play Joseph or any of the big parts for political reasons.

Mechanical wings allow us to fly, but it is with our minds that we make the sky ours