These people who are always talking, reading, and thinking about sex are like singers who think more about their larynx than about singing. They make that which is subordinate to a higher purpose so all important that the harmony of life is upset.
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.
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?