Wine And The Sun Will Make Vinegar

When God Makes His Presence Felt Through Us, We Are Like The Burning Bush: Moses Never Took Any Heed What Sort Of Bush It Was—he Only Saw The Brightness Of The Lord.

I Love Words; They Are The Quoits, The Bows, The Staves That Furnish The Gymnasium Of The Mind.

Oh, Child, Men's Men: Gentle Or Simple, They're Much Of A Muchness.

One Way Of Getting An Idea Of Our Fellow-countrymen's Miseries Is To Go And Look At Their Pleasures.

In So Complex A Thing As Human Nature, We Must Consider It Is Hard To Find Rules Without Exception.