Man's glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in 'his goodness,' for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.

Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an “instrument of God's will.

When Lincoln was asked if God was on the Union’s side, Lincoln’s unvarying response was that what was really important was whether they were on God’s side.

Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an “instrument of God’s will.

Man’s glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in ‘his goodness, ’ for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?

A true lover never wants anything but gives with all his heart.

Ah, the bliss of Mahotsava!What joy it brings to every heart!What a rare and precious chanceTo share all knowledge with the wise, And bless and love all peoples of the Earth!”—Book of Secrets I, 1

Bragging that you finished in two strokes. Just like a man.”--Sloane Barrett, Killer Curves

But it is clear that the price of labour has no necessary connection with the price of food, since it depends entirely on the supply of labourers compared with the demand.

I can't just sit around thinking how lucky I am.

At the back of our brains is a blaze of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life is to dig for this sunrise of wonder.

I see my parents a lot more often, but what I liked about the challenge of my part was I got to have those little kid feelings of being the daughter, and then switching and being a Mom.

If one means by style the voice, the irreducible and always recognizable and alive thing, then of course style is really everything.

It really doesn't take brains to be a politician as much as it takes stomach. Both would be nice, but in America we have accepted diminishing returns in this arena.

Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.