I sometimes think it is a presumption on the part of any man to rise
in the pulpit and undertake to tell me about a Creator with whom I
feel every whit as well acquainted as he. I suppose such thoughts
are wicked, however, and should be suppressed.
It is a curious fact, that the most aggressively sensitive persons
are at heart the most conceited.
I wish people smiled more in church aisles. In fact, I think we all
laugh at one another too much and smile at one another too seldom.
After the devil had made all the trouble for woman he could with the
fig leaf, he introduced the French heel.
It is well to see the ridiculous side of things, but not of people.
Most of us would rather be popular than right.
To these impressions Joy added the following:-
It is not the interior of one's house, but the interior of one's mind
which makes home.
It seems to me that to be, is to love. I can conceive of no state of
existence which is not permeated with this feeling toward something,
somebody or the illimitable "nothing" which is mother to everything.
I wish we had more religion in the world and fewer churches.
People who believe in no God, invariably exalt themselves into His
position, and worship with the very idolatry they decry in others.
Music is the echo of the rhythm of God's respirations.
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