Four things a man must learn to do If he would make his record true; To think without confusion clearly; To love his fellowmen sincerely; To act from honest motives purely; To trust in God and Heav’n securely.
I thank God for the honesty and virility of Jesus religion which makes us face the facts and calls us to take a man’s part in the real battle of life.
Love is not getting, but giving; It is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.
There is no conflict between the Old and the New; the conflict is between the False and the True.
A tear that trembles for a little while Upon the trembling eyelid, till the world Wavers within its circle like a dream, Holds more of meaning in its narrow orb Than all the distant landscape that it blurs.
How fascinating is death, the extinction of life. One moment here and the next gone. The light put out and only the empty bag of the body left.
Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; While he who walks in love may wander far, Yet God will bring him where the blessed are.
Half of the secular unrest and dismal, profane sadness of modern society comes from the vain ideas that every man is bound to be a critic for life.
It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.
Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.
Love is the heart s immortal thirst to be completely known and all forgiven.
But this I know. Those who seek Him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the oppressed.
Oh, London is a man’s town, there’s power in the air; And Paris is a woman’s town, with flowers in her hair; And it’s sweet to dream in Venice, and it’s great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Many a treasure besides Ali Baba’s is unlocked with a verbal key.
As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride; The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside; The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend; This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence. To break the endless song.
Courage is the standing army of the soul which keeps it from conquest, pillage, and slavery.
In warlike pomp, with banners flowing, The regiments of autumn stood: I saw their gold and scarlet glowing From every hillside, every wood.