Rev. J.D. Liddell: The Kingdom of God is not a democracy. The Lord never seeks re- election. There's no discussion. No deliberatio...n. No referenda as to which road to take. There's one right, one wrong. One absolute ruler. Sandy: A dictator, you mean. Rev. J.D. Liddell: Aye, but a benign, loving dictator.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly use...less to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But you were not living at all, and I was half-living,... so where the years blight these others, we, who were not of the years, have escaped, we got nowhere.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road... The road winding above among the mountains Which are mountains of rock without water If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or thinkLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondenc...y of uneasy egoism.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun--it is a sacred emblem fro...m the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am not engaged to Christianity by decent forms, or saving ordinances; it is not usage, it is not what I do not understand, that ...binds me to it--let these be the sandy foundations of falsehoods. What I revere and obey in it is its reality, its boundless charity, its deep interior life, the rest it gives to my mind, the echo it returns to my thoughts, the perfect accord it makes with my reason through all its representation of God and His Providence; and the persuasion and courage that come out thence to lead me upward and onward.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth... Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blightLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »