Though the mills of God grind slowly yet they grind exceeding small Though with patience He stands waiting with exactness grinds he all.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.

Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein; Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave.

What use is it that knowledge mounts? It's knowing something good that counts.

Words are not brains, you know.

He who grows not in the knowledge of Jesus, refuses to be blessed.

Learning to distinguish the illegal immigrant from the legal immigrant does not solve the problem of illegal immigration.

Man cannot live by bread alone he must have peanut butter.

I like it when stories are left open.

The expenses required to prevent a war are much lighter than those that will, if not prevented, be absolutely necessary to maintain it.

Even in the realm of things which do not claim actuality, and do not even claim possibility, there exist beyond dispute sets which are infinite.

Come on, baby, light my fire. Try to set the night on fire.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.