Poverty ... is already half-Christian by its very nature; it has everything to gain by a doctrine which makes so little of the present and the visible, and so much of the future and the unseen.

Nothing is really lost by a life of sacrifice; everything is lost by failure to obey God's call.

The life of man is made up of action and endurance; the life is fruitful in the ratio in which it is laid out in noble action or in patient perseverance.

How do I know that there is a God? In the same way that I know, on looking at the sand, when a man or beast has crossed the desert - by His footprints in the world around me.

A deliberate rejection of duty prescribed by already recognized truth cannot but destroy, or at least impair most seriously the clearness of our mental vision.

The real difficulty with thousands in the present day is not that Christianity has been found wanting, but that it has never been seriously tried.

Prayer is the act by which man, detaching himself from the embarrassments of sense and nature, ascends to the true level of his destiny.

What we do on some great occasion will probably depend on what we already are; and what we are will be the result of previous years of self-discipline.

Truth has her sterner responsibilities sooner or later in store for those who have known anything about her.

The Church of the Apostles was a Church of the poor; of silver and gold it had none.

As a man passes into middle life, or beyond it, autumn, it has been said, whispers more to his soul than any other season of the natural year. It is not difficult to see why this should be.

I don't guarantee you to be a good man, I promise you will be a better man

Reality was once a dream that took flight.

Only my death can full fill the dream, My soul will around you and you will unknown about it

To love another is somethinglike prayer and it can't be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

We look upon this shaken earth, and we declare our firm and fixed purpose - the building of a peace with justice in a world where moral law prevails.

Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.

O, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain.

No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.

Babyface is definitely a big inspiration.

Eternity to the godly is a day that has no sunset; eternity to the wicked is a night that has no sunrise.