“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 is gone.” — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
There is a bond of fellowship in sorrow that knows no conventionality. — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share
“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
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
…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
“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
“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
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
Eyes blinded by the fog of things cannot see truth. Ears deafened by the din of things cannot hear truth. Brains bewildered by the… — Harold Bell Wright Copy Share
