One of my great goals in life is to live long enough to where I am in the pulpit, preaching my heart out, and I die on the spot, my chin hits the pulpit - boom! - and I'm down and out. What a way to die!
I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.
I was a rust repairer. I was a rust repairer and full-time survivor. I survived all the major earthquakes, and the Titanic, and several air crash.
You know, my family stood for something that they believed in, and I wasn't about to turn my back on them.
Why does every flight attendant seem like they are going through a divorce?
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.