Slow seems their speed whose thoughts before them run.

Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.

All slander must still be strangled in its birth, or time will soon conspire to make it strong enough to overcome the truth.

It is the wit and policy of sin to hate those we have abused.

Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves.

Actions rare and sudden do commonly proceed from fierce necessity, of else from some oblique design, which is ashamed to show itself in the public road.

Had laws not been, we never had been blam'd; For not to know we sinn'd is innocence.

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.

Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.

Honor is the moral conscience of the great.

Ambition is the mind's immodesty.

Even when life knocks me around, I will not lose hope. For you see, nothing is ever personal Just a chance for me to grow.

I don’t think it makes much difference what we’re recovering from, all suffering eventually points to the need for healing.

Keisha said... I'm going to ride you so hard you might regret seeking shelter here.Gabe replied... IF you don't, I'm gonna need to go back out and throw myself into a snowbank just to cool off

Gossipmongers = Toxic Hearts Toxic Hearts = Bigot Souls

Don't confuse symmetry with balance.

I grew up in Scotland in the 1970s. There was not much money. The most popular Christmas toy was probably a potato.

Science not only hasn't found God, it isn't even looking for him.

God not only orders our steps, He orders our stops.

Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God's medicine.

I like to figure out what the production opportunities are for the things I'm interested in before I put pen to paper.