“A holy woman may be beautiful by the gift of nature, but she must not give occasion to lust. If beauty be hers, so far from setting it off she ought rather to obscure it.”

Nature soaks every evil with either fear or shame.

The nature of rumor is well known to all. It was your own poet who said: ‘Rumor, an evil surpassing all evils in speed.’

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

Arguments about Scripture achieve nothing but a stomachache and a headache.

Daily, every moment, prayer is necessary to men.

Where our joy is, there should our work be.

I believe because it is absurd.

The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

You can’t undo anything you’ve already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth. You can seek forgiveness. And then let God do the rest.

The Christian does not hurt even his enemy.

The pleasure of those who injure you lies in your pain. Therefore they will suffer if you take away their pleasure by not feeling pain.

You cannot parcel out freedom in pieces because freedom is all or nothing.

God the Father’s a deep root; the Son’s the shoot that breaks into the world; the Spirit spreads the beauty & fragrance.

Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy.

The state of faith allows no mention of impossibility.

Discipline is an index to doctrine.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

A little beauty is preferable to much wealth.

Some days, all of it aches with beauty.  Others, it all just aches with you.

A bride should look at everything she possibly can…just so she can experiment and see what makes her really feel beautiful or glamorous or classical or whatever she desires to be on that particular day.

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

The beauty of America is people can do what they like.

A wise man among the ignorant is as a beautiful girl in the company of blind men.