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Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.
Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.
Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy's First Corollary If you tell the boss you read more
Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy's First Corollary If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.
If you think practicing what you preach is rough, just try preaching what you practice.
If you think practicing what you preach is rough, just try preaching what you practice.
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount read more
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
Many have quarreled about religion that never practiced it.
Many have quarreled about religion that never practiced it.
The Bible is a window in this prison of hope, through which we look into eternity.
The Bible is a window in this prison of hope, through which we look into eternity.
He who loses money loses much; he who loses a friend loses muchmore;
he who loses faith loses all.
He who loses money loses much; he who loses a friend loses muchmore;
he who loses faith loses all.
The Christian churches were offered two things: the spirit of Jesus and the idiotic morality of Paul, and they rejected read more
The Christian churches were offered two things: the spirit of Jesus and the idiotic morality of Paul, and they rejected the higher inspiration... Following Paul, we have turned the goodness of love into a fiend and degraded the crowning impulse of our being into a capital sin.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not read more
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
