In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.
Never venture near the door where sin dwells, lest you are dragged in.
We fear men so much, because we fear God so little.
Hope fills the afflicted soul with such inward joy and consolation, that it can laugh while tears are in the eye, sigh and sing all in a breath; it is called "the rejoicing of hope" (Hebrews 3:6).
It is the image of God reflected in you that so enrages hell; it is this at which the demons hurl their mightiest weapons.
The Christian is bred by the Word, and he must be fed by it.
Nothing is more contrary to a heavenly hope than an earthly heart.
I might wear my pink Speedo. I think I should.
A couple of times he called the second he'd finished reading a novel and just had to tell me about it, and I know it sounds hokey and librarianish to say so, but I just swooned when he did that.
She has mischievious moments in when she wishes she could get him alone on a desert island.
Being by the ocean is the greatest thing.