“They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion, which can not be removed, but abideth forever.” — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“Verily I say unto you," Stuart said, looking Cyril straight in the eye and folding his arms, "that if you do not mind your… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“Dear papa, I love you so much!' she replied, twining her arms around his neck. 'I love you all the better for never letting… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“Be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you, with meekness… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“For 'we must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God.' And 'many are the afflictions of the righteous.'" "But the Lord delivereth… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
Ah, what a sweetner of toil is love—love to a dear earthly parent, and still more love to Christ. There is no drudgery in… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
It is an easy thing to call names; any fool is equal to that ... and the weapon of vituperation is generally used by… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
I have often noticed that spoiled, petted children, usually have very little love for their parents, or indeed for any one but themselves. — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“God calls us to a wild adventure, not a tea party, my dear. I don't follow Jesus because he can give me a life… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“Cheer up, my dear," said Rose, leaning affectionately on her husband's arm; "it is altogether addition and not subtraction; you have not lost a… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
Though not a remarkably precocious child in other respects, she seemed to have very clear and correct views on almost every subject connected with… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
“They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion, which can not be removed, but abideth forever.” — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
Horace Dinsmore was, like his father, an upright, moral man, who paid an outward respect to the forms of religion, but cared nothing for… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
Holy and pure are the drops that fall, When the young bride goes from her father's hall; She goes unto love yet untried and… — Martha Finley Copy Share Image
