Through all of the changing scenes of life, hope abides.
- Bill King, a paraphrase of Nahum Tate



Let my wealth be stored in vaults no earthly banker can unlock.
- Bill King



You may still choose to believe something you cannot prove.
- Bill King



Compassion and mercy warm the human soul like sunshine and summer breezes warm the human

body.
- Bill King



Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
from An Essay on Criticism (1711)
Alexander Pope (1688-1744)



What would God say if He were still on speaking terms with man?
- Bill King



Both read the Bible day and night,
But you read black where I read white.
from The Everlasting Gospel
William Blake (1757-1827)



Whisper of dreams and hopes to me,
For these are the permanent things.
- Bill King



Choose your beliefs as carefully as your earthly treasures
and you can never be poor.
- Bill King



LORD, keep me from the things I want and grant me what you think I need.
My Life's Prayer - Bill King



Daily I compose
a symphony in my mind
that changes with each playing,
But God has written
the melody, harmony and
lyrics on my heart,
Here they are still,
constantly at rest and
cannot be changed.

Symphony of Infinity
- Bill King



A snowstorm is the chalkdust from heavenly handwriting.
- Bill King



Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever;
Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long;
And so make Life and Death, and that For Ever,
One grand sweet song.
from A Farewell to C. E. G.
Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)



Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
A Child's Bedtime Prayer
taken from The New England Primer (1784)
earliest known version is by Enchiridion Leonis (1160)



Sing a song of innocence,
With a joy-filled melody,
a happy heart-felt harmony,
and lyrics that vibrate with love.
Melody, Harmony, Love
- Bill King



A memory is a wish
cast adrift on a sea of dreams,
It's the silky wings of hope
travelling aloft on the breeze of possibilities.
A memory is the world as
you want it to be,
A vision of some cherished moment
no one else can see.
What Is A Memory?
- Bill King, 1993



Fantasy tells us every wish will come true,
Magic says we can make it come true,
Reality proves every wish does not necessarily come true,
Life is not a fairy tale and magic is only from Hollywood,
The real thing requires patience and determination,
Grit and persistence, desire and vigor,
All applied in very liberal doses.
- Bill King, 1994



Ideas are wings that take flight only when they fly into the winds of inspiration.
- Bill King



Stars are the gleam, glitter and glimmer in God's eyes.
- Bill King



All Creation is a canvas of green and gold
Covered over with a canopy of blue and white.
- Bill King



A sunbeam bouncing off a drop of dew,
The gleam in a child's eye,
The twinkle of a particularly bright star,
The tear stained cheek of a mother praying for her children,
And the ripple formed by a droplet of rain in a puddle,
All of these combine to form the Glitter in the Eyes of God.
The Glitter in God's Eyes
- Bill King, 1993



While the memory of the mind is only a flickering candle
The human heart burns on forever;
For some as a hard black lump of anthracite coal,
And for others as a blazing white crystalline diamond.
Diamonds or Coal?
- Bill King, 1993



A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds.
from an old Nursery Rhyme


Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
Three mice ran up the clock,
The clock struck one and
That mouse hired a good personal injury attorney
And sued for assault-and-battery.
A Surprised Mother Goose
- Bill King



The heart filled with hope can never die, for hope lives on forever.
- Bill King



A book that furnishes no quotations is not a book, it's a plaything.
Crochet Castle (1831) Chapter 9
Thomas Love Peacock (1785-1866)



Unbridled joy is hope with even the slightest doubt removed.
- Bill King



Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal,
Dust you are, to dust returnest,
Was not said about the soul.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time.

from A Psalm of Life (1839)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882),
adapted by Bill King




I believe firmly in tomorrow.
Yesterday wasn't so great and
things aren't looking too good for today either...
- Bill King

What you see reflected in a child's eyes are all of the hopes and dreams you started out with so

many years ago...
- Bill King

I may not have much but then again I don't have to worry about insurance or fixing things that

break...
- Bill King

Heartbreak is another name for The Golden Years...
- Bill King

If I did not know Hope and Faith I would not know their sister Joy...
- Bill King

Pottery breaks, faith doesn't. Place your trust in heavenly things and not the things of earth...
- Bill King

I have trouble remembering my dreams but I recognize them when they come true...
- Bill King

Soon my journey will be finished but the great adventure will have just begun...
- Bill King

The story of Jesus is called The Greatest Story Ever Told. Notice that it isn't called The Greatest Fairytale Ever Told or The Greatest Myth Ever Told. It is a story just like all of history is a collection of stories, all written by men who weren't eyewitnesses to the events. The four men named Matthew, Mark, Luke and John were eyewitnesses to this story - the Story of Jesus, a true story...
- Bill King

Beauty is only skin deep and most times it isn't even found in skin... Man looks on the outside,

God looks on the heart...
- Bill King and The Holy Bible

Tell me the old, old story. Write on my heart every word.
Thy WORD have I hid in my heart, that I might not sin against Thee...
If I seem deeply religious I have failed. If I seem deeply faithful I have succeeded...
- Bill King

I am not concerned about my children. They are on loan from God. They are in far greater hands than I could ever provide.
- Bill King



For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been.'
from Maud Muller (1856) by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)