Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

Lost wealth may be replaced by industry, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine, but lost time is gone forever.

Hope... is the companion of power, and the mother of success; for who so hopes has within him the gift of miracles.

The best school of discipline is home. Family life is God's own method of training the young, and homes are very much as women make them.

Where there is a will there is a way.

National progress is the sum of individual industry, energy, and uprightness, as national decay is of individual idleness, selfishness, and vice.

The great high-road of human welfare lies along the old highway of steadfast welldoing; and they who are the most persistent, and work in the truest spirit, will invariably be the most successful.

Life will always be to a large extent what we ourselves make it.

It is a mistake to suppose that men succeed through success; they much oftener succeed through failures. Precept, study, advice, and example could never have taught them so well as failure has done.

No laws, however stringent, can make the idle industrious, the thriftless provident, or the drunken sober.

The very greatest things - great thoughts, discoveries, inventions - have usually been nurtured in hardship, often pondered over in sorrow, and at length established with difficulty.

We've never heardAbout a marvel quite so great, For all the heroes who have livedIn history can't measure upIn bravery against the Maid.

Only the man who has enough good in him to feel the justice of the penalty can be punished

I'm a big boy now, and I have to deliver.

The Yankees have twenty-five heroes.

Nobody likes to hear it, because it's dull, but the reason you win or lose is darn near always the same - pitching.

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

Vampires are very sexy right now. It's kind of disgusting. It's kind of a bandwagon.

I never let prejudice stop me from what I wanted to do in this life.

I confess I take perverse delight as a theologian in the controversies surrounding postmodernism.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.