Is America a land of God where saints abide for ever? Where golden fields spread fair and broad, where flows the crystal river? Ce...rtainly not flush with saints, and a good thing, too, for the saints sent buzzing into man's ken now are but poor- mouthed ecclesiastical film stars and cliché-shouting publicity agents. Their little knowledge bringing them nearer to their ignorance, Ignorance bringing them nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In asking for a voice in the government under which we live, have we been pursuing a shadow for fifty years? In seeking political ...power, are we abdicating that social throne where they tell us our influence is unbounded? No, no! The right of suffrage is no shadow, but a substantial entity that the citizen can seize and hold for his own protection and his country's welfare. A direct power over one's own person and property, an individual opinion to be counted, on all questions of public interest, are better than indirect influence, be that ever so far-reaching.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goet...h down, and hasteth to the place where he arose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Across Parker Avenue from the fort is the Site of the Old Gallows, where 83 men "stood on nothin', a-lookin' up a rope." The platf...orm had a trap wide enought to "accommodate" 12 men, but half that number was the highest ever reached. On two occasions six miscreants were executed. There were several groups of five, some quartets and trios.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a place where we are always alone with our own mortality, where we must simply have something greater than ourselves to h...old onto--God or history or politics or literature or a belief in the healing power of love, or even righteous anger.... A reason to believe, a way to take the world by the throat and insist that there is more to this life than we have ever imagined.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you have ever watched an artist constructing with bits of cold stone a beautiful living picture you know that he works faithful...ly and carefully on the pattern from the wrong side and while he is working every inequality, every tint a little too dull is apparent to him as his picture grows, but he works on and on. And even when he finishes at last and looks down at the completed pattern he is not discouraged to see here a little crevice and there a little roughness, an open seam here, a tiny patch there where the bit of marble was too small. Now he pours his cement over it and smoothes [sic] it into every seam, and with faith puts his work to dry. Next day the pattern is turned and the perfect whole is given to view, needing only the polishing of a loving hand to make it ready to slip in place. So we should work faithfully on our pattern, cement it together with ourselves, and polish it with human kindness; and lo! the work slips into place seemingly a perfect whole.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If we allow our one-and-a-half year old to "help" us fold laundry he will learn something about buttons, zippers, snaps, where thi...ngs go, the physical properties of cloth, what happens when you drop it, how easy or hard it is to carry compared with everything else he has ever carried, what clean clothes smell like, how a big towel can turn into a small bundle, how the small bundle you just folded can turn into a big towel again, plus any songs we care to sing or stories or related or unrelated facts we care to pass on.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There will be better days when I am gone And healing pools where I cannot be healed.... Fragrant stars will gleam forever and ever Above the place where I lie desolate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The welcome house of him my dearest guest. Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,... Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence; Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, I here, thou there, yet both but one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »