Everybody prayed

The truth is the object of our lustBut the light is still so very dim…

though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

I beg people not to accept the seasonal ritual of well-timed charity on Christmas Eve. It's blasphemy.

Success of life depends upon keeping one's mind open to opportunity and seizing it when it comes.

There is no discipline in the world so severe as the discipline of experience subjected to the tests of intelligent development and direction.

While over Alabama earth These words are gently spoken: Serve and hate will die unborn. Love and chains are broken.

The same sort of thing was supposed to happen when performance animation was invented: Everybody thought it would save so much time. But it became its own niche altogether.

It's a token for the arcade games at Laser Sport Time!" Dan hissed. "Uncle Alistair doesn't think so," Amy murmured. "He's a numismatist." "He takes his clothes off in public?" Dan said.

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.

Some people think you are strong when you hold on. Others think it is when you let go.