The laughter of the world is merely loneliness pathetically trying to reassure itself.
A society which permits anything will eventually lose everything.
The "new" in us is bound to notice the "old" that remains.
We are often not only to slow to get on our knees, but to quick to rise from them.
Sometimes we are so busy being the hammer or the anvil, that we forget who really needs the shaping.
When in situations of stress we wonder if there is any more in us to give, we can be comforted to know that God, who knows our capacity perfectly, placed us here to succeed