There is no substitute under the heavens for productive labor. It is the process by which dreams become realities. It is the process by which idle visions become dynamic achievements.
There are widows who long for friendly voices and that spirit of anxious concern which speaks of love.
There is far too much of divorce, wherein hearts are broken, and sometimes lives are destroyed.
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
When you touch the life of a man of this generation, that influence is felt through generations yet to come.
If there were no immortality there would be no need for temples. There would be no need for eternal marriage if there were no eternity.
