We do very little re-writing in the office. We often take on people who show great promise and who we hope will develop into somebody important and someone good.
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
Alas, we have not yet the power to render completely sterile or make impossible the errors and lies which will merely be America being itself rather than its unconvincing promise.
The British who arrived in the United States in the eighteen-thirties and forties had imagined the young republic as a wide-eyed adolescent, socially ungainly and politically gauche, but with some hint of promise.
It is possible to become discouraged about the injustice we see everywhere. But God did not promise us that the world would be humane and just. He gives us the gift of life and allows us to choose the way we will use our limited time on earth. It is an awesome opportunity.
Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.
Heavenly Father has given a simple pattern for us to receive the Holy Ghost not once but continually in the tumult of our daily lives. The pattern is repeated in the sacramental prayer: We promise that we will always remember the Savior. We promise to take His name upon us. We promise to keep His commandments.
So much of the deep lingering sadness over President Kennedy’s assassination is about the unfinished promise: unspoken speeches, unfulfilled hopes, the wondering about what might have been.
If you wish to be a success in the world, promise everything, deliver nothing.
Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.