There appears to be a deeply embedded uneasiness in our culture about throwing away junk that can be reused. Perhaps, in part, it is guilt about consumption. Perhaps it also feels unnatural. Mother Nature doesn't throw stuff away. Dead trees, birds, beetles and elephants are pretty quickly recycled by the system.

While there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I'll fight - I'll fight to the very end!

I will tell you the secret. God has had all there was of me.

There are men so incorrigibly lazy that no inducement that you can offer will tempt them to work; so eaten up by vice that virtue is abhorrent to them, and so inveterately dishonest that theft is to them a master passion. When a human being has reached that stage, there is only one course that can be rationally pursued. Sorrowfully, but remorselessly, it must be recognized that he has become lunatic, morally demented, incapable of self-government, and that upon him, therefore, must be passed the sentence of permanent seclusion from a world in which he is not fit to be at large.

You cannot warm the hearts of people with God's love if they have an empty stomach and cold feet.

God loves with a great love the man whose heart is bursting with a passion for the impossible.

If I thought I could win one more soul to the Lord by walking on my head and playing the tambourine with my toes, I'd learn how!