Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.
Love without clinging, cry if you must, but privately cry, the heart will adjust.
A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.
If I marry: He must be so tall that when he is on his knees, as one has said he reaches all the way to heaven. His shoulders must be broad enough to bear the burden of a family. His lips must be strong enough to smile, firm enough to say no, and tender enough to kiss. Love must be so deep that it takes its stand in Christ and so wide that it takes the whole lost world in. He must be active enough to save souls. He must be big enough to be gentle and great enough to be thoughtful. His arms must be strong enough to carry a little child.
My job is to take care of the possible and to trust God with the impossible.
If our children have the background of a godly, happy home and this unshakable faith that the Bible is indeed the Word of God, they will have a foundation that the forces of hell cannot shake.
It is a foolish woman who expects her husband to be to her that which only Jesus Christ Himself can be: always ready to forgive, totally understanding, unendingly patient, invariably tender and loving, unfailing in every area, anticipating every need, and making more than adequate provision. Such expectations put a man under an impossible strain
Somewhere along the way, New York became all about money. Or rather, it was always about money, but it wasn't all about money, if you know what I mean. New York's not Geneva or Zurich yet, but we're certainly heading in that direction. London is, too.
I'm feeling great. I'm a star. That's about it.
Collectors become obsessive and then addicted. You become addicted to art and you can't live without it.
Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you. . . an escape.