We shall see our friends again. We can lay them in the grave; we know they are safe with God.

If you live for your children, they may be smitten down and leave you desolate, or, what is far worse, they may desert you and leave you worse than childless in a cold and unfeeling world.

If, then, knowledge be power, how much more power to we gain through the agency of faith, and what elevation must it give to human character.

If you live for any joy on earth, you may be forsaken; but, oh, live for Jesus, and he will never forsake you!

Human nature is the same now as when Adam hid from the presence of God; the consciousness of wrong makes us unwilling to meet those whom we have offended.

Sanctification is not regeneration.

There is a contest old as Eden, which still goes on - the conflict between right and wrong, between error and truth. In this conflict every human being has a part.

If, then, faith widens the connections, it elevates the man.

Angels are spirits, flames of fire; they are higher than man, they have wider connections.

We ourselves can die with comfort and even with joy if we know that death is but a passport to blessedness, that this intellect, freed from all material chains, shall rise and shine.

Not in purity or in holiness merely, for in Paradise man was holy, and he shall be holy when redeemed through the sacrifice of Christ and made an heir of heaven.

Imagination, like reality, has its limits.

The way you perceive your Self is what enables, or disables, you.

Jesus Christ spoke frankly to His disciples concerning the future . . .In unmistakable language He told them that discipleship means a life of self-denial, and the bearing of a cross.

Never take counsel of your fears.

Seize from every moment its unique novelty and do not prepare your joys.

That was one of the reasons I became a writer - I never really had that many friends. I would read a lot, and listen to music. And that was my life.

During the feminist seventies men were caught between a rock and a hard-on; in the fathering eighties they are caught between good hugs and bad hugs.

[My mother] was busy being a homemaker and was not an activist by any means.

Nature should have been pleased to have made this age miserable, without making it also ridiculous.

On a personal note I want to gain more confidence and give back in any way I can.