In the service of the Lord it is not where but how you serve.

If we have the truth, it cannot be harmed by investigation. If we have not the truth, it ought to be harmed.

We get nearer to the Lord through music than perhaps through any other thing except prayer.

Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.

Let every head of household see to it that he has on hand enough food and clothing and, where possible, fuel also for at least a year ahead.

It is the eternal, inescapable law that growth comes only from work and preparation, whether the growth be material, mental, or spiritual. Work has no substitute.

Let us again clothe ourselves with these proved and sterling virtues - honesty, truthfulness, chastity, sobriety, temperance, industry, and thrift; let us discard all covetousness and greed.

Reduced to its lowest terms, the great struggle which now rocks the whole earth more and more takes on the character of a struggle of the individual versus the state.

Let us avoid debt as we would avoid a plague; where we are now in debt, let us get out of debt; if not today...tomorrow.

If the gospel is only for the learned, how few there are of us who could have any use for it.

I say to you that the price of liberty is and always has been blood - human blood.

We can make this a more peaceful century if we cherish non-violence and concern for others’ well-being.

What good is treasure if I'm alone? After sharing so much of our dreams instead of sacrificing them and leaving with you. I would rather have nothing at all!

One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.

And so Fannie Mae produces very strong results for investors in - when interest rates are high and when interest rates are low, in recession and during booms.

For the signifier is a unit in its very uniqueness, being by nature symbol only of an absence.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

I never thought people would be mortally offended by the sounds I was making.

We shall heal our wounds, collect our dead and continue fighting.

Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass by, if ever you have loved, Think it not a burden to wish him calm repose.

Every child is a gifted child.