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I am the vine. You are the branches. He who remains in me and I in him bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.

Even as the Father has loved me, I also have loved you. Remain in my love.

but I prayed for you, that your faith wouldn’t fail. You, when once you have turned again, establish your brothers.”

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a kind word makes it glad.

Joy comes to a man with the reply of his mouth. How good is a word at the right time!

The light of the eyes rejoices the heart. Good news gives health to the bones.

A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but deceit in it crushes the spirit.

Yahweh’s name is a strong tower: the righteous run to him, and are safe.

He who answers before he hears, that is folly and shame to him.

A man of many companions may be ruined, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.

Like cold water to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.

Now the God of peace be with you all. Amen.

For whatever things were written before were written for our learning, that through perseverance and through encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.

Therefore accept one another, even as Christ also accepted you, to the glory of God.

Jane, I will be your brother—my sisters will be your sisters—without stipulating for this sacrifice of your just rights.

This was wealth indeed!—wealth to the heart!—a mine of pure, genial affections.

Throughout all that first night spent in the garret, she had felt a vague comfort in knowing that on the other side of the wall in which the rats scuffled and squeaked there was another young human creature. And during the nights that followed the sense of comfort grew.

Martha stayed with her until tea-time, but they sat in comfortable quiet and talked very little.

Each of them kept looking up at her comfortable rosy face, secretly curious about the delightful feeling she gave them—a sort of warm, supported feeling. It seemed as if she understood them as Dickon understood his “creatures.

I love the good that others do; for their activity is an assurance that whether I can help or not, the true and the good will stand sure.

But afterward, when I was restored to my human heritage, Mildred and I grew into each other's hearts, so that we were content to go hand-in-hand wherever caprice led us, although she could not understand my finger language, nor I her childish prattle.

Debarred from the great highways of knowledge, I was compelled to make the journey across country by unfrequented roads--that was all; and I knew that in college there were many bypaths where I could touch hands with girls who were thinking, loving and struggling like me.

I loved "Little Women" because it gave me a sense of kinship with girls and boys who could see and hear.

Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.