“Education is the preparation of a child intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, and physically for life and for eternity.”

“A common misconception of education comes when the definition of education narrows to the intellectual. The child is compartmentalized. He is not seen as a whole person, fully-integrated with physical, emotional, spiritual and intellectual capacities. Thus, if an educational program attempts to address the child's intellect while ignoring his spiritual and emotional development, the approach is sadly ignoring the true reality of the child. Likewise, those who separate the spiritual and emotional part of a child from the intellectual make a big mistake. You cannot delegate only the intellectual training of your child to professionals and retain just the spiritual and emotional for yourself. Whatever class is taught, the whole child is affected.”

“John Knox's dying words were, 'Lord, grant true pastors to Thy kirk.' Such was the last prayer of a great man without whom there would have been no America, no Puritans, no Pilgrims, no Scottish covenanters, no Presbyterians, no Patrick Henry, no Samuel Adams, no George Washington. Could it have been so simple? John Knox's agenda was far from political. All he wanted were more pastors and elders. This is our agenda. Lord grant true pastors to Thy church!”

“Without freedom, the family and faith cannot survive. Without faith, we will see freedom and family languish. And without family, man will give up on a generational commitment to faith and freedom.”

“Ultimately, we must turn to the God who is both the One and the Many for the standard of His law. He created to live both as individuals and as corporate units; and His law perfectly balances the liberties of the many with the power of the one political unit.”

“Freedom cannot exist without morality, and morality can only be defined by the God who, by definition is the source of morality”

“We sat at long tables side by side in a bigdusty room where we laughed and carriedon until they told us to pipe down and paint.The running joke was how we glowed,the handkerchiefs we sneezed into lightingup our purses when we opened them at night,our lips and nails, painted for our boyfriendsas a lark, simmering white as ash in a dark room."Would you die for science?" the reporter asked us,Edna and me, the main ones in the papers.Science? We mixed up glue, water and radiumpowder into a glowing greenish white paintand painted watch dials with a littlebrush, one number after another, takingone dial after another, all day long,from the racks sitting next to our chairs.After a few strokes, the brush lost its shape,and our bosses told us to point it withour lips. Was that science?I quit the watch factory to work in a bankand thought I'd gotten class, more money,a better life, until I lost a tooth in backand two in front and my jaw filled up with sores.We sued: Edna, Katherine, Quinta, Larice and me,but when we got to court, not one of uscould raise our arms to take the oath.My teeth were gone by then. "Pretty GraceFryer," they called me in the papers.All of us were dying.We heard the scientist in France, MarieCurie, could not believe "the mannerin which we worked" and how we tastedthat pretty paint a hundred times a day.Now, even our crumbling boneswill glow forever in the black earth.”