When we rejoice in beautiful scenery, great art, and great music, it is but the flexing of instincts acquired in another place and another time. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
If one is devoid of hope and thanksgiving, he cannot for long remain sinless, for he will, in despair, have slackened his resolve. Feelings of futility foster vulnerability. Self-pity is such a busy stagehand, rearranging the scenery to help sin… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Clearly, when we baptize, our eyes should gaze beyond the baptismal font to the holy temple. The great garner into which the sheaves should… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
We should not assume; however, that just because something is unexplainable by us, it is unexplainable. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Naive optimism and pervasive pessimism are both to be avoided, therefore. It's not an easy balance to maintain, to be asked to work away… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Occasionally some individuals let the seeming ordinariness of life dampen their spirits. Though actually coping and growning, others lack the quiet, inner-soul satisfaction that… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The acceptance of the reality that we are in the Lord's loving hands is only a recognition that we have never really been anywhere… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
We can't dwell upon another's ingratitude without using up our time and talents unprofitably. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The winds of tribulation, which blow out some men's candles of commitment, only fan the fires of faith of others. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Frequently, we busily search for group service projects, which are surely needed and commendable, when quiet, personal service is also urgently needed. Sometimes the… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The cumulative weight of all mortal sins--past, present, and future--pressed upon that perfect, sinless, and sensitive Soul! All our infirmities and sicknesses were somehow,… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“When we feel so alone, we cannot presume to teach him who, at the apogee of his agony, trod “the winepress alone” anything about… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
