My helpless friend, your helplessness is the most powerful plea which rises up to the tender father-heart of God. You think that everything is closed to you because you cannot pray. My friend, your helplessness is the very essence of prayer.
To serve thy generation, this thy fate: "Written in water," swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first or late, A work too great for fame.
We're having a little disagreement. What I want is a big church wedding with bridesmaids and flowers and a no-expense-spared reception, and what he wants is to break off our engagement.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.