I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and read more

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own read more

And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

The church is the great lost and found department.

The church is the great lost and found department.

When men have gone so far as to talk as though their idols have come to life, it is time read more

When men have gone so far as to talk as though their idols have come to life, it is time that someone broke them.

Treat others as thou wouldn't be treated. What thou likest not for thyself, dispense not to others.

Treat others as thou wouldn't be treated. What thou likest not for thyself, dispense not to others.

If there were a verb meaning "to believe falsely," it would not have any significant first person, present indicative.

If there were a verb meaning "to believe falsely," it would not have any significant first person, present indicative.

I don't know of a single foreign product that enters this country untaxed, except the answer to prayer.

I don't know of a single foreign product that enters this country untaxed, except the answer to prayer.

A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said read more

A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.