There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amidst the piercing chill of an Alpine November.

If you can't fly then run. If you can't run, then walk. And, if you can't walk, then crawl, but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward.

There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November

God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. History has proven time and time again that unmerited suffering is redemptive.

You can't stop a bird from landing on your head. But you can keep it from building a nest.

Sufficient for to-morrow is the evil thereof; but I hope before the day is past to have the upper hand at last.

It is, however, when the human soul is ploughed and harrowed by suffering that the seeds of truth may be planted

we generally find pleasure to be not nearly so pleasant as we expected, and pain very much more painful.

One can even say that we require at all times a certain quantity of care or sorrow or want, as a ship requires ballast, in order to keep on a straight course.

It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.

The pleasure in this world, it has been said, outweighs the pain; or, at any rate, there is an even balance between the two. If the reader wishes to see shortly whether this statement is true, let him compare the respective feelings of two animals, one of which is engaged in eating the other.

When you observe that the fire in your room is getting dull, you do not always put on more coal, but simply stir with the poker; so God often uses the black poker of adversity in order that the flames of devotion may burn more brightly.