If you have talent, you will receive some measure of success - but only if you persist.
In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?
You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you. But you can plant a standard where a standard never flew.
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May; But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way. Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.
The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.
Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.
There is a glory in a great mistake.
Fashion is what time looks like.
Unless you see yourself standing there with the shrieking crowd, full of hostility and hatred for the holy and innocent Lamb of God, you don’t really understand the nature and depth of your sin or the necessity of the cross.
You can't just beat a team, you have to leave a lasting impression in their minds so they never want to see you again.
You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.