A Quote by William Wilberforce

The shortening of devotions starves the soul, it grows lean and faint — © William Wilberforce
The shortening of devotions starves the soul, it grows lean and faint
I must secure more time for private devotions. I have been living far too public for me. The shortening of devotions starves the soul, it grows lean and faint. I have been keeping too late hours.
Surely the experience of all good men confirms the proposition that without a due measure of private devotions the soul will grow lean.
The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep.
Unbelief starves the soul; faith finds food in famine.
Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.
But the worst of all is, according to the old phrase, while the grass grows, the horse starves, but the man of money is the man for Nova Scotia. Those may do extremely well.
The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt.
Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.
The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.
What signifies sadness, sir; a man grows lean on it.
The envious person grows lean with the fatness of their neighbor.
An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.
The miser, poor fool, not only starves his body, but also his own soul.
When you hear the music ringin' in your soul And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll and the healing has begun...
Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul's beauty.
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