Eyes blinded by the fog of things cannot see truth. Ears deafened by the din of things cannot hear truth. Brains bewildered by the whirl of things cannot think truth. Hearts deadened by the weight of things cannot feel truth.… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“while they read and talked together, there was opened before them the great book wherein God has written, in the language of mountain, and… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“The only difference between the East and the West seems to be that you have ancestors and we are going to be ancestors.” — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“I have always been taught… that every man is divinely called to his work, if that work is for the good of all men.… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“We, who live in the cities, see but a little farther than across the street. We spend our days looking at the work of… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“This was the beginning. The end is easily foreseen; for, given a young man of Dick's temperament, longing for companionship, and another young man… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“Her face was a face to go with one through the years, and to live still in one's dreams when the sap of life… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
There is a bond of fellowship in sorrow that knows no conventionality. — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
There was a man. And it happened--as such things often so happen--that this man we went back into his days that were gone. Again… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
…I never understood until the past months why the Master so often withdrew alone into the wilderness. There is not only food and medicine… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“And it was no shame to her that she so dreamed. It was no shame that she called before her, one by one, those… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
“As he stood there, the audience was forgotten. The past, with all its mistakes and suffering, its doubt and sin, came before him for… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share Image
