“They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.”

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

Where thou art, that is home.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

Forever is composed of nows.

To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there’s ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity.

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.

My friends are my estate.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.

Loneliness is the first thing which God’s eye named not good.

There’s too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will.

Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!

Life is – the way God has given it to me was just a platter – a golden platter of life laid out there for me. It’s been beautiful.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.