War consisteth not in battle only or the act of fighting but in a tract of time wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
It's not the work which kills people it's the worry. It's not the revolution...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
