The smile of God is victory.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

One brave deed makes no hero.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

God's colors all are fast.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

The smile of God is victory.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

You dont always win your battles but its good to know you fought.

For all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these It might have been.

A little smile a word of cheer A bit of love from someone near A little gift from one held dear Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas

A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose leaf bathed in dew.

Oh for boyhoods painless play sleep that wakes in laughing day health that mocks the doctors rules knowledge never learned of schools.

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray And darkly circled gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.

Rest if you must, but never quit.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been."

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

The windows of my soul I throw wide open to the sun.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

Songwriting is my gift from God.

This is God's work. Therefore it must be triumphant. There is no place for misgiving or despondency.

Many are needed to plant and water what has been planted now that the faith has spread so far and there are so many people... No matter who plants or waters, God gives no harvest unless what is planted is the faith of Peter and unless he agrees to his teachings.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

I frankly don't care if you agree with my stand on abortion. I take that stand because no other stand is consistent with decent principles, and no other standard is consistent with the will of God.

The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.

The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.

Humanity is the sin of God.

Fight the good fight of faith, and God will give you spiritual mercies.

We are all gifted, but we have to discover the gift, uncover the gift, nurture and develop the gift and use it for the Glory of God and for the liberation struggle of our people.

This subsistence, or manner of being of God is his one essence so far as it has personal properties.

When you focus on being a blessing, God makes sure that you are always blessed in abundance.

Two days after moving we recommended ourselves to God, Our Lord, and fled, hoping that, although it was late in the season and the fruits of the tunas were giving out, by remaining in the field we might still get over a good portion of the land.

When I see children, I see the face of God. That's why I love them so much. That's what I see.

'Thou shalt not get found out' is not one of God's commandments; and no man can be saved by trying to keep it.

Forgetfulness - a gift of God bestowed upon debtors in compensation for their destitution of conscience.