Surely the gospel evokes unconditional surrender of all that we are and all that we have to all that He is.
A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.
Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.
He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.
A discontented man knowes not where to sit easie.
He that commits a fault, thinkes every one speakes of it. [He that commits a fault thinks everyone speaks of it. ]
Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing. . . a grateful heart!
The Ruts were a great punk rock band from England whose songs were as excellent as their time together was short.
To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.
Smile often. Speak gently. Be kind.
And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.