There is no truth that has not its source in the Author of all truth.

I have been asked what I mean by my word of honor. I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls - walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground - there is the possibility that in some way or another I may escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of the circle? No. Never! I'd die first!

I would rather trust my child to a serpent than to a teacher who does not believe in God.

Labor with the heart, when the heart is pure and true, is the noblest labor.

He that cheats another is a knave; but he that cheats himself is a fool.

There is no truth that has not its source in the Author of all truth.

Our patriarchal blessings are paragraphs from the book of our own possibilities.