All you 'Twilight' fans, can't thank you really enough for being so supportive. You're real cool people.
How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!
The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.
To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country.
It is no discredit to Walt Whitman that he wrote Leaves of Grass, only that he did not burn it afterwards.
Noble discontent is the path to heaven.
In our methodical American life, we still recognize some magic in summer. Most persons at least resign themselves to being decently happy in June. They accept June. They compliment its weather. They complain of the earlier months as cold, and so spend them in the city; and they complain of the later months as hot, and so refrigerate themselves on some barren sea-coast. God offers us yearly a necklace of twelve pearls; most men choose the fairest, label it June, and cast the rest away.
The right thing at a wrong time is a wrong thing.
I was surprised to learn that research showed arranged couples tended to be happier in the long run.
We accept without reservation the scriptural teachings that Christ is the Son of God and that he came into the world to ransom men from the spiritual and temporal death brought into the world by the fall of Adam. No one can state too plainly or emphasize too strongly this eternal truth that salvation is in Christ and that it comes because of his atoning sacrifice. Nor can we set forth too clearly the gospel truth that we also must do certain things to be saved.
In images,. . . beauty was the agency that caused visual pleasure in the beholder; and any theory of images that was not grounded in the pleasure of the beholder begged the question of their efficacy and doomed itself to inconsequence.