It is our less conscious thoughts and our less conscious actions which mainly mould our lives and the lives of those who spring from us.
Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.
I never knew a writer yet who took the smallest pains with his style and was at the same time readable.
Justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
God cannot alter the past, though historians can.
What is faith but a kind of betting or speculation after all? It should be, I bet that my Redeemer liveth.