Pastoral Resources

The virtues are lost in self-interest as rivers are lost in the sea.

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers.

All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river.

All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full.

The rivers of America will run with blood filled to their banks before we will submit to them taking the Bible out of our schools.

I heard stories from my mother's mother who was an American Indian. She was spiritual, although she did not go to church, but she had the hum. She used to tell me stories of the rivers.

Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything - even mountains, rivers, plants and trees - should be your teacher.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.