When a child is given to his parents, a crown is made for that child in Heaven, and woe to the parents who raise a child without consciousness of that eternal crown!
The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.
I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?