I just wanna thank all those amazing Internet bloggers out there that hate me day-to-day. I love you! You rock!
The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.
When a woman forsakes her vulnerability because she's been hurt or because she lives in a dangerous world or doesn't want to be used, she loses something essential about being a woman.
Instead of asking, 'What should a woman do—what is her role?' it would be far more helpful to ask, 'What is a woman—what is her design?' and, 'Why did God place Woman in our midst?
Christianity has basically communicated to men that the reason God put you on this Earth is to be a good boy. Mind your manners, be a nice guy. That's soul killing!
Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.
A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.
Public sentiment is everything. With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.
Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.
If we acknowledge our need for God, he will help us.
Actually, the laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations tomen; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but a machine.