Young men, you who have any piety at all, what sort is it? Is it a hot-house plant, which must be framed and glassed, lest March, that bold young fellow, should shake the life out.of it in his rough play… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
And so the blasts of calumny, howl they ever so fiercely over the good man's head, contribute to his juster appreciation and to his wider fame. Preserve only a good conscience toward God, and a loving purpose toward your fellow… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Labor is the true alchemist that beats out in patient transmutation the baser metals into gold. — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
There is no inevitable connection between Christianity and cynicism. Truth is not a salad, is it, that you must always dress it with vinegar? — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Let a man be firmly principled in his religion, he may travel from the tropics to the poles, it will never catch cold on… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past While life, and thought, and being last, And immortality endures. — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right? — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
It is a kind and wise arrangement of Providence that weaves our sorrows into the elements of character and that all the disappointments, and… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Don't aim at any impossible heroisms. Strive rather to be quiet in your own sphere. Don't live in the cloudland of some transcendental heaven;… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Young men, you who have any piety at all, what sort is it? Is it a hot-house plant, which must be framed and glassed,… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
Amid the stirring and manifold activities of the age in which we live, to be neutral in the strife is to rank with the… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
The darkness is not so dense as it was; there are faint streaks on the horizon's verge; mist is in the valleys, but there… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
There are no trifles in the moral universe of God. Speak me a word to-day; ? it shall go ringing on through the ages. — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
And so the blasts of calumny, howl they ever so fiercely over the good man's head, contribute to his juster appreciation and to his… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
