Place before your eyes two Precepts, and two only. One is, Preach the Gospel; and the other is--Put down enthusiasm!The Church of England in a nutshell.

Every man is bound to leave a story better than he found it.

Conviction is the conscience of the mind.

But no man has a monopoly of conscience.

Learn the lesson of your own pain--learn to seek God, not in any single event of past history, but in your own soul--in the constant verifications of experience, in the life of Christian love.

My grandmother made her home at Fox How under the shelter of the fells, with her four daughters, the youngest of whom was only eight when their father died.

Truth has never been, can never be, contained in any one creed or system.

It is the rank and file - the average woman - for whom the world has opened up so astonishingly.

For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures.

But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.

The answer, of course, in the mouth of a Christian teacher is that in Christianity alone is there both present joy and future hope.

One can only wonder what the motivation is for Mauna Kea astronomers to subject their nighttime support staff to extremely long and fatiguing night shifts when they are easily avoidable.

I despise charity. It gives crumbs to a few and silences the others.

Mr. Craig was not above talking politics occasionally, though he piqued himself rather on a wise insight than on specific information.

Indifference to all the refinements of life--it's really shocking. Just Calvinism, that's all. Calvinism without the excuse of Calvin's theology.

My dad and grandpa were in the army and as a country singer you're constantly playing at military bases all across the country and meeting soldiers and their families and hearing their stories.

There's more to life than cheek bones.

It's easier to get divorced than to engage in the soul-stretching personal growth that is inevitable in marriage

It has been quite a weight, hasn't it?" Tam asked. "What weight?" Rand replied. "That lost hand you've been carrying." Rand looked down at his stump. "Yes. I believe it has been at that.

There'll be a little metal fleck in the football, so you can tell for sure whether the guy with the ball got over the goal line or was pushed back.

I don't believe in dreams. I believe in going after it.