There is no curse equal to the curse of idleness. It destroys the man, the group, the people, or the nation who suffer under it.

If we have the truth, it cannot be harmed by investigation. If we have not the truth, it ought to be harmed.

In the service of the Lord it is not where but how you serve.

We get nearer to the Lord through music than perhaps through any other thing except prayer.

Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.

Let every head of household see to it that he has on hand enough food and clothing and, where possible, fuel also for at least a year ahead.

It is the eternal, inescapable law that growth comes only from work and preparation, whether the growth be material, mental, or spiritual. Work has no substitute.

Let us again clothe ourselves with these proved and sterling virtues - honesty, truthfulness, chastity, sobriety, temperance, industry, and thrift; let us discard all covetousness and greed.

Reduced to its lowest terms, the great struggle which now rocks the whole earth more and more takes on the character of a struggle of the individual versus the state.

Let us avoid debt as we would avoid a plague; where we are now in debt, let us get out of debt; if not today...tomorrow.

If the gospel is only for the learned, how few there are of us who could have any use for it.

Mindfulness is the art of cosmic collaboration.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

Romance no longer looked like so much fun, more like a repetitive stress injury.

The Tort Tax adds to the cost of everything we buy because businesses and manufacturers have to cover themselves and their employees - just in case they get sued by a greedy personal injury lawyer.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

You win by working hard, making tough decisions and building coalitions.

Growth is always a gradual process, a bridge slowly crossed and not a corner sharply turned.

Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.

Silence does good to the soul.