The sea is dangerous and its storms terrible, but these obstacles have never been sufficient reason to remain ashore... Unlike the mediocre, intrepid spirits seek victory over those things that seem impossible... It is with an iron will that they embark on the most daring of all endeavors... to meet the shadowy future without fear and conquer the unknown.
History is too important to be left in the past.
A truly rich man is the one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.
"... so this is how democracy ends... with thunderous applause..."
There is no problem that cannot be solved by the use of high explosives.
Once a pastor was taking a walk, hoping to find something to preach on, when he came upon two men in a blacksmith shop. One of the men was using signs to tell the other where to hit and what to do, while the other obeyed his commands. After being confronted by the pastor about not really be a blacksmith, the manager replied, "This man here is mentally handicapped, and for all he knows, he's pounding it into nothing. But I am turning it into a work of art."
I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ, as my Advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in Heaven.
I want every moment to feel
That Thy Spirit resides in my heart ─
That His power is present to cleanse and to heal,
And newness of life to impart.
I want ─ Oh! I want to attain
Some likeness; my Saviour, to Thee!
That longed-for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.
I want to be marked for Thine own ─
Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that new name on that mystic white stone
Which none but Thyself can declare.
I want so in Thee to abide
As to bring forth some fruit to Thy praise;
The branch which Thou prunest, though feeble and dried,
May, languish, but never decays.
I want, by my aspect serene,
My actions and words, to declare
That my treasure is placed in a country unseen,
That my heart’s best affections are there.
I want as a trav’ller to haste
Straight onward, nor pause on my way;
Nor fore thought in anxious contrivance to waste
On the tent only pitched for a day.
I want ─ and this sums up my prayer ─
To glorify Thee till I die;
Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care,
And breath out in faith my last sigh.
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anyone could have.
To be young is to study in schools you did not build;
To be mature is to build schools in which you will probably never study.
To be young is to swim in pools with you did not dig;
To be mature is to build pools in which you will probably never swim.
To be young is to enjoy the branches and shade of trees which you did not plant;
To be mature is to plant trees whose branches and shade you will probably never get to enjoy.
To be young is to dance to music which you did not write;
To be mature is to write music to which you will probably never dance.
To be young is to enjoy to programs and benefits of a church you did not build;
To be mature is to build churches whose programs and benefits you will probably never get to enjoy.
“I meant to go back, but you may guess
I was filled with amazement I cannot express
To think that after those horrible years,
That passion of loathing and passion of fears,
By sores unendurable – eaten, defiled –
My flesh was as smooth as the flesh of a child.
I was drunken with joy; I was crazy with glee;
I scarcely could walk and I scarcely could see,
For the dazzle of sunshine where all had been black;
But I meant to go back, Oh, I meant to go back!
I had though to return, when my people came out,
There were tears of rejoicing and laughter and shout;
My cup was so full I seemed nothing to lack –
But I meant to go back, Oh, I meant to go back!”