“By oneself the evil is done, by oneself one suffers; by oneself evil is left undone, by oneself one is purified. Purity and impurity belong to oneself, no one can purify another.”

They say you’re not punished for your sins, you’re punished by them.

The bottom line for Republicans is this: The United States can have an open door without having open borders, but we cannot preserve the country we love by slamming that door in the faces of those who most aspire to join our nation.

Grace turns pennies into gold, pebbles into pearls, sickness into health, weakness into strength, and needs into abundance.

Do not follow blindly what you do not know to be true: ears, eyes, and heart, you will be questioned about all these.

This is wrong, wrong, wrong. So why does it feel so damn right.

What systems have you and your worship community built that are keeping you from fully entering into relationship with Jesus?

I heard someone say somewhere that it’s possible to write the sickness out of yourself. And who knows, maybe someone will benefit.

John Calvin comments on today’s passage: God is only rightly served when his law is obeyed. It is not left to every man to frame a system of religion according to his own judgment, but the standard of godliness is to be taken from the Word of God.

Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!

Human nature, as we know it, is in a formative state. It is being changed into the image of the thing it loves.

Find three hobbies you love: One to make you money, one to keep you in shape and one to be creative.

Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

He has a superb groin. A silky pouch. A secret garden. The groin of a sire. I once saw just such a creamy, velvet groin on a male antelope.

I’m closing my eyes so I can feel being inside you. He placed his hand over his heart and rasped out, I’ve seen too many bad things with these eyes. This, I will feel in my heart.

I ached for red silk romance, and carry me away passion, and I ached for it with nobody else but him. He was a breed of charming I couldn’t resist.

In the days that followed I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It made me believe maybe there was such thing as love at first sight, if not between a girl and a boy, then at least between a girl and a horse.

It is comparatively easy to leave a mistress, but very hard to be left by one.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

The life of a coquette is one constant lie; and the only rule by which you can form any correct judgment of them is that they are never what they seem.

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.

As long as one suffers one lives.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

There’s one fool at least in every married couple.