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
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
