Every word has a story.

If one thinks that there is another authority and force apart from the Creator, he is committing a sin.

You must make your choice whether to hold on to some thing which cannot save you, or let go, and fall into the hands of the Lord.

Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee?

Though Strong, Resist not a too Potent Foe; Madmen against a violent Torrent row. Thou mayst hereafter serve the Common-weal; Then yield till Time shall later Acts repeal.

Whoso walketh in solitude, And inhabiteth the wood, Choosing light, wave, rock, and bird, Before the money-loving herd, Into that forester shall pass From these companions power and grace.

My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me.

He hated the thought of the past; there was nothing that called out his love and fellowship toward the strangers he had come amongst; and the future was all dark.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of fact.

Does a man of sense run after every silly tale of hobgoblins or fairies, and canvass particularly the evidence? I never knew anyone, that examined and deliberated about nonsense who did not believe it before the end of his enquiries.