The pen is the lever that moves the world.

A mother is a bank where I deposit all my worries and hurts

I like the Bible folded between lids of cloth, or calfskin, or morocco, but I like it better when, in the shape of a man, it goes out into the world-a Bible illustrated.

I wish that I could marshall all the young to an appreciation of the fact that you have an earnest work in life and your amusements and recreations are only to help you along in that work.

God puts his ear so closely down to your lips that he can hear your faintest whisper.

In the lottery of life there are more prizes drawn than blanks, and to one misfortune there are fifty advantages. Despondency is the most unprofitable feeling a man can indulge in.

Logic has its use and metaphysics has its use, but neither of them is of much help in the making of a creed.

One good, hearty laugh is a bombshell exploding in the right place, while spleen and discontent are a gun that kicks over the man who shoots it off.

What may we expect of people who work all day and dance all night? After a while they will be thrown on society nervous, exhausted imbeciles.

Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom.

By the 1990s, longevity will be so improved that 150 years will be no unusual age to reach.

I can only speak for my husband and myself, but we don't feel like we could do any of this parenting without our faith.

We become victims of the great disease of technological society - meaninglessness.

I'm really not responsible for what mental operation people have when they're reading my books other than the ones which are created by literary effects.

I'd be kidding if I said that I predicted the financial collapse.

Our theories of the eternal are as valuable as are those which a chick which has not broken its way through its shell might form of the outside world.

People who live in glass houses must reeeeeallly trust their neighbors.

You can answer your own question. You already know the answer, if you can just gain access to it.

When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin.

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

Where I trained at in Florida, though, they didn't have Jack in the Box. There were a couple of nights where they were all I could think about. But, it worked out for me at the combine. It paid off.