“Surely the mischief of hypocrisy can never be enough inveighed against. When religion is in request, it is the chief malady of the church, and numbers die of it; though because it is a subtle and inward evil, it be little perceived. It is to be feared there are many sick of it, that look well and comely in God's outward worship, and they may pass well in good weather, in times of peace; but days of adversity are days of trial.” WellsLooksMayLittlesEnoughDiesEvilChurchNumbersWorshipSickAdversityTrialsWeatherChiefsHypocrisySubtleInwardRequestMischiefMaladyGood Weather Author:Joseph Hall
“I walked slowly out on the beach. A few yards below high-water mark I stopped and read the words again: WRITE YOUR WORRIES ON THE SAND. I let the paper blow away, reached down and picked up a fragment of shell. Kneeling there under the vault of the sky, I wrote several words, one above the other. Then I walked away, and I did not look back. I had written my troubles on the sand. The tide was coming in.” WritingLooksWaterWorryWrittenTroubleSkyPaperMarkAdversityDown AndBlowBeachSandTidesShellsYardsFragmentsVaultsKneeling Author:Arthur Gordon Webster
“Then I walked away, and I did not look back. I had written my troubles on the sand. The tide was coming in.” LooksWrittenTroubleAdversitySandTides Author:Arthur Gordon Webster