Sin may be clasped so close, we cannot see its face.

For we must share, if we would keep, that blessing from above; ceasing to give, we cease to have; such is the law of love.

Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.

Prayer is not getting man's will done in heaven, but getting God's will done on earth. It is not overcoming God's reluctance but laying hold of God's willingness.

None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.

We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste.

The sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the unfolding of this one.

Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason.

Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved.

Common sense meant once something very different from that plain wisdom, the common heritage of men, which we now call by this name.

The present is only intelligible in the light of the past.

When change loses its magic, then there really isn't anything left to live for.

We spend our lives striving to be persons of influence and consequence, when all that is required is to consistently do good to others.

If God gave light and wisdom, the religion of Jesus was soon learned; but without God, a man might study all his life long, and make no proficiency.

If you love your country, then you need to be thinking a lot more critically about what justice.

Nothing you will ever do in your lifetime is likely to make you as much money as buying a home and living in it.

The window of heaven is what all truth seekers are trying to open.

I would never want to see myself viewed as beating the drums of war, ... but I would rather live with that image than look into the mirror and see a member of Congress who failed to do his duty.

I sort of have various sort of theories when people ask me about songwriting because it is a mystery. You don't really know. Sometimes you can do it and sometimes you can't. It's really peculiar.

Sage,” Adrian declared. “These hands don’t do manual labor.

I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.