My father was a prosperous hatter-farmer - making hats for the local markets during the winter months, tilling his little ten-acre farm during the summer time. — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
Whence, then, did the cathedral derive its power? Clearly here: It took back the family into the confidences of religion. It taught man and… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
“There seems to be a superstition among many thousands of our young who hold hands and smooch in the drive-ins that marriage is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks, to which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually young and ravishing wife. When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills appear, the divorce courts are jammed.… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share
Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise.… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share
Are there not thousands who have loved virtue who did not accept Jesus Christ in any supernatural or miraculous fashion, who, if they knew… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
My parents were lured to America by the democracy here promised. In our family, freedom was a word to conjure by. Hoping for larger… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
The human soul finds its saddest imprisonment when it is helpless in the presence of cruelty, when it cannot right a wrong. It finds… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
The grandchildren of the kids who used to weep because the Little Match Girl froze to death now feel cheated if she isn't slugged,… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
Seek the underlying harmonies of love and the overarching rainbow of hope, rather than the surface distinctions of creeds and of sects. Work for… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
Life is like an old-time rail journey--delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
You have typewriters, presses. And a huge audience. How about raising hell? — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
The story of the decadence of the cathedral as a moral power, a spiritual energizer in civilization, is the sad but inevitable story of… — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
Introduced to this world in Llandyssul, Cardiganshire, Wales, November 14, 1843, I celebrated my first anniversary by landing at Castle Garden, in New York City. — Jenkin Lloyd Jones Copy Share Image
