The high-water mark, so to speak, of Socialist literature is W. H. Auden, a sort of gutless Kipling.
From all that dims Thy Calvary, O Lamb of God, deliver me.
Thank God, He doesn't measure out grace in teaspoons.
The saddest thing one meets is a nominal Christian.
It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires which He creates
Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow, Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea, What matters beating wind and tossing billow If only we are in the boat with Thee? Hold us quiet through the age-long minute While Thou art silent and the wind is shrill : Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, are in it; Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?
I would rather burn out than rust out.
I sent my ex-husband a bully card: You held hate in one heart and spoke niceties with the other, you laid warm hands upon me in public and wounded me in private, your noble face hid your filthy ways, and your sorrow was but laughter.
Although many of us may think of ourselves as thinking creatures that feel, biologically we are feeling creatures that think
It's just cool to be involved in something that's that big and joyous and meant to make people feel happy.
The great art of giving consists in this the gift should cost very little and yet be greatly coveted, so that it may be the more highly appreciated.