I know of nothing more inspiring than that of making discoveries for ones self.

There is a use for almost everything.

Our creator is the same and never changes despite the names given Him by people here and in all parts of the world. Even if we gave Him no name at all, He would still be there, within us, waiting to give us good on this earth.

One of the things that has helped me as much as any other is not how long I am going to live, but how much I can do while living.

Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.

To those who have as yet not learned the secret of true happiness, which is the joy of coming into the closest relationship with the Maker and Preserver of all things: begin now to study the little things in your own door yard.

Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.