Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best.

Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best.

Quick enough, if good enough.

What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way.

I am like the sick sheep that strays from the rest of the flock. Unless the Good Shepherd takes me on His shoulders and carries me back to His fold, my steps will falter, and in the very effort of rising, my feet will give way.

A fat stomach never breeds fine thoughts.