Ernest would always give a helping hand to a man on a ledge a little higher up.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
It is the temptation of this pragmatic age to presume that technique is the secret of evangelism.
The church is like manure. Pile it up, and it stinks up the neighborhood; spread it out, and it enriches the world.
One reason God created time was so there would be a place to bury the failures of the past.
I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody.
Today's children are tyrants. They disobey their parents, gobble their food, and tyrannize their teachers.
A mother is a person who-seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people-promptly announces that she never did care for pie.
The hope of dying is the only thing that keeps me alive.
Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home. ...1