A man has no more character than he can command in a time of crisis.
Whatever the right hand findeth to do, the left hand carries a watch on its wrist to show how long it takes to do it.
The roads of life are strewn with the wreckage of run-down and half-finished loves.
Christmas renews our youth by stirring our wonder. The capacity for wonder has been called our most pregnant human faculty, for in it are born our art, our science, our religion.
When the congregation becomes the norm by which sermons are measured, a minister has put a mortgage on his soul.
Love is the outreach of self toward completion.
