When God saw fit to bestow such a gift, a man with any sense didn’t ask questions.
That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense.
Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.
Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
And in today already walks tomorrow.
When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, this is madness.
Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.
I can be a subversive element.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
I only tweet if I discover something that's fantastic, or if I heard something really great.
Stay innocent. I'm 69 years old, and I'm still innocent.