Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?
The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.
I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.