Those who are devoted to amusements; who love the society of those who love pleasure, have an aversion to religious exercises.

We have nothing to fear for the future, except as we shall forget the way the Lord has led us, and His teaching in our past history.

Talk unbelief, and you will have unbelief; but talk faith, and you will have faith. According to the seed sown will be the harvest.

It is not earthly rank, nor birth, nor nationality, nor religious privilege, which proves that we are members of the family of God; it is love, a love that embraces all humanity.

Our heavenly Father has a thousand ways to provide for us, of which we know nothing.

We are all woven together in the great web of humanity, and whatever we can do to benefit and uplift others will reflect in blessing upon ourselves.

Whatever attracts the mind from God, whatever draws the affections away from Christ, is an enemy to the soul.

A modest, godly woman will dress modestly. . . The one who is simple and unpretending in her dress and in her manners shows that she understands that a true woman is characterized by moral worth.

Pure air, good water, sunshine, the beautiful surroundings of nature...these are God's means for restoring the sick to health.

Next to the Bible, nature is to be our great lesson book.

The things of nature are the Lord's silent ministers, given to us to teach us spiritual truths. They speak to us of the love of God and declare the wisdom of the great Master Artist.

God might not be dead, but he's sure as hell missing in action.

There are hard days to live. You awake to a day when you feel you've done it all before, and you're going to do it again, so why do it at all.

To use color well is as difficult as for a fish to pass from water to air or earth.

I've heard that story about kids are high naturally, but I've seen kids that aren't high, kids who've had the high taken out of them.

Instruct the mothers of the French people.

You can't throw him back because he doesn't meet the legal size limit.

All art is bad, but modern art is the worst.

The world was very feminine when I was young. And now it's very masculine.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.