Pain is hard to bear.... But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away.

In all our losses, all our gains, In all our pleasures, all our pains, The life of life is: Love remains. In every change from good to ill,- If love continues still, Let happen then what will.

I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name.

Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him. you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.

Journalism is an immense power, that threatens soon to supersede sermons, lectures, and books.

Pleasure comes, but not to stay;Even this shall pass away.

Even this shall pass away

Pain is hard to bear.... But with patience day by day Even this shall pass away.

Baby bye Here's a fly Let us watch him you and I. How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.

Of all the heartache I will ever know, only some of it will be real. The rest, I will create.

I love coming of age stories that have struggle.

Short stories consume you faster. They're connected to brevity. With the short story, you are up against mortality. I know how tough they are as a form, but they're also a total joy.

The ancient path of communion with God is knowing what He's really like. And prayer is simply keeping company with God.

It is only of life on Earth, however, that one can speak with any certainty. It seems to me that all life on Earth, the sum total of life upon the Earth, has purpose.

Perhaps we just need little reminders from time to time that we are already dignified, deserving, worthy.

Do you guys have to sell everything? I'd like to buy the Earth's core.

The blood of heroes is closer to the Lord than the ink of scholars and the prayers of the pious.

You can overcome anything, if and only if you love something enough

I left the Midwest feeling like, "People are small-minded, they don't want to ask questions, they don't want to think out of the box." Some of that was true.