I try to make my books reflect humanity as I see it.
My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Silence is the best response to a fool.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
No longer is drinking an art with Americans; once they drank for the taste, but now they drink only for the effect. The more quick and fatal the liquor, the better they like it. They are either on the wagon or else.
I am reminded of a piece of advice my father gave me regarding shoes. . . . He said it is better to buy one good pair of shoes than four cheap ones. One pair made of fine leather could outlast four inferior pairs and, if well-cared-for, would continue to proclaim your good judgment and taste no matter how old they become.
Silence kills scandal.
The time will come when God has assembled a body of people who freely love Him, which will prove beyond any doubt that love is the most powerful force in the universe. With the triumph of love complete, God will then deal with Satan.