Preserve your conscience always soft and sensitive. If but one sin force its way into that tender part of the soul and dwell there, the road is paved for a thousand iniquities.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.

If I could reach from pole to pole or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the Man.

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.

Only God can answer all your questions, He is the only One who can solve your problems

Always winter but never Christmas.

For me, drawing generates thinking and vice versa.

Whatever happens is going to happen, whether you're sitting by the phone anxious and worried about it or not.

Marriage is and should be defined as being between one man and one woman.

A good many inconveniences attend playgoing in any large city, but the greatest of them is usually the play itself.

No, I'm not mistaken. I know you don't love me. But I'm going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. You are worth it.

At the end of the day, photography is ninety-nine percent business, connections, and politics and one percent creativity.

A critic without a good eye is a eunuch in a harem.

You have trouble feeling alive, so you stab your own heart just to feel something. It was the emptiness that was killing you. You created the sadness and the fear to fill it.