Jesus is persecuted in every injured saint, and He is mighty to avenge His beloved ones.

Nothing teaches us about the preciousness of the Creator as much as when we learn the emptiness of everything else.

Jesus does not suffer so as to exclude your suffering. He bears a cross, not that you may escape it, but that you may endure it.

Even your little sorrows you may roll upon God, for He counteth the hairs of your head.

Jesus is in the tempest. His love wraps the night about itself as a mantle, but to the eye of faith the sable robe is scarce a disguise.

Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord makes it.

Faith is the angelic messenger between the soul and the Lord Jesus in glory.

If it pleases Him to bid our patience exercise itself, shall He not do as He wills with His own!

Worldlings pray to the Lord in times of need, when it serves their turn. They cry to Him in trouble, but forsake Him in prosperity.

Meditation puts the telescope to the eye, and enables us to see Jesus after a better sort than we could have seen Him if we had lived in the days of His flesh.

The suppliant, whose fears prevent his words, will be well understood by the Most High.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

There's no political point worth my son's life.

To be a teacher is my greatest work of art.

Overall, Id say I was an awesome bookseller, but probably not the best book shelver. I loved recommending books and helping people find books.

SeLF censorsHIP? Not my strong suit...I dont want to be a total d o u c h e b a g , but a little bit of one.

I don't promote giving up. I promote fighting and winning.

If you have an opinion on what other adults do consensually with other adults when they take their pants off, you're a weirdo.

In my youth it was said that what was too silly to be said may be sung. In modern economics it may be put into mathematics.

When I finally got to go ride the mountains in Japan, it blew my mind.

Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!