The house built on the sand may oftentimes be built higher, have more fair parapets and battlements, windows and ornaments, than that which is built upon the rock; yet all gifts and privileges equal not one grace.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.
As the builders say, the larger stones do not lie well without the lesser.
His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants hall.
While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.
The stones in your driveway may have come from the slaves who spend all day breaking rocks because it's cheaper for the company to get them from India, where the labor is free. We are all connected. And we all have human value. That's what my work is about.
A good deed is not just a duty, but above all, a privilege.
Whether rich or poor, a home is not a home unless the roots of love are ever striking deeper through the crust of the earthly and the conventional, into the very realities of being, not consciously always; seldom, perhaps; the simplicity of loving grows by living simply near nature and God.
As in nature, as in art, so in grace; it is rough treatment that gives souls, as well as stones, their luster.
Technically speaking, you can build anything out of sand; it doesn't mean you do it.
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.