There are people I know that just lie spellbound on the ice looking down the hole. One fellow gets on his belly and wraps the line around his little finger. He jigs it this way and that with the rod lying next to him.

It's boding well for the future.

It is the unseen and the spiritual in people that determines the outward and the actual.

If you put a real leaf and a silk leaf side by side, you'll see something of the difference between Homer's poetry and anyone else's. There seem to be real leaves still alive in the 'Iliad,' real animals, real people, real light attending everything.

If in preaching the gospel you substitute your knowledge of the way of salvation for confidence in the power of the gospel, you hinder people from getting to reality.

Tom Joiner was the dock master. He would book people to fish over on the boardwalk.