Quotes from Gerald N. Lund

Pa, I can't ask her to marry me until I have a way to care for her.

First of all, there is a difference between redemption and restoration. What you're talking about is restoration, putting things back as they were before. That is not what redemption is. Christ is the Redeemer because he paid the price for our sins, Joshua. In his sacrifice he took the pain of our sins upon him, he took the effects of our transgressions upon himself.

There is a spirit out there that lifts the heart and renews one's determination to be better, to try harder, to strive to be more faithful. That is the legacy those wonderful Saints have handed to us.

Press forward with all diligence so that you may claim the promises of the Lord.

It's man's most basic and sacred stewardship-to serve as the guardian of his own behavior. And it's man's blackest and most fundamental evil to try and overthrow that stewardship

fresh air down inta the mine. When the doors throughout the mine are shut, the air be trapped an' forced inta the side chutes an' minin' chambers. That's why ya be called trappers. Yur job is ta open the doors when a coal car approaches, then shut 'em agin." "Oh." David knew

Dipping into the pitcher of the past, his father often said, can only sour the cup of the present.

I'm beginning to feel that same absolute determination that we cannot -must not!- simply sit back and accept cruelty and injustice. If we do, we become part of it.

Paul Adams stood up quickly. "We have not lost, Bryce," he whispered fiercely. "Not so long as the desire for freedom burns in the heart of one person. We have not lost!

evil is always self-consuming. Even as Mannington overthrows the prime minister, he must himself begin to fear for his own security.

evil will never permanently triumph.

Who are you?" [Bryce] asked in a hoarse whisper "Nathaniel Gorham." The man waited, expectantly, then his face fell. "You don't recognize it?" Bryce could do no more than shake his head. "Figures. If I'd said George Washington or Benjamin Franklin then you would have perked up. But Nathaniel Gorham? No... My name's right there next to theirs... At the bottom of the Constitution. Big as life, just like Ben's and General Washington's.

Well, there are all of the names you would recognize - Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, Tom Paine, Paul Revere. There are over three hundred of us, actually. I wish all were as well known to this generation as the others. Every one played a part - along with thousands of others whose names are no in any history books.

We gave the best blood of our generation to win liberty for ourselves and our posterity. Would you throw it away so cheaply? And with the very instrument we gave you to protect it?

When we drafted the Constitution we went to great lengths to provide a set of checks and balances between the three branches of government. That was the only way we saw to create a strong central government and yet still keep it from becoming a tyranny. Yet today, you have created numerous so-called government agencies that violate this system of checks and balances.

I guess it is a little disconcerting," she said evenly, "for you and the Committee on Constitutional Reform to have young people who value this country and who understand what made it strong. That will certainly make your task more difficult.

Every generation has tended to look on the past with an air of condescension. I call it history snobbery, and your generation is smitten with one of the worst cases ever.

In a season of increasing tumult in the world . . . , the Spirit promised has produced a sense of optimism about what lies ahead, even as the commotion in the world seems to increase. Henry B. Eyring, "Fear Not to Do Good," Ensign, November 2017

and stared at the bulkhead over the head of the captain. "Sir," he said again, "I would like to request permission to stay on as crew for the Bostonia.

the real question isn't whether it's bombs versus muskets or wagons versus automobiles. It still comes down to more basic thins like people's right to life, to liberty, and to peacefully enjoy the fruits of their labor.

It took nearly half an hour for the bus to creep forward until it approached the heavy, fortress-like building of the border check-point. When Bryce saw the high barbed-wire fence with it's V-shaped barrier on the top stretching off in both directions, he shook his head in disbelief. Two days ago, he had driven across this border between New York and Connecticut at about sixty-five mils an hour with hardly a second thought.