God blesses him who helps his brother.
I had a brother who was my savior, made my childhood bearable.
There’s no such thing, you know, as picking out the best woman: it’s only a question of comparative badness, brother.
I am the middle child with an older and younger brother.
A brother who recognizes that we have shortcomings, we, in the struggle, have faults, and that he wanted to reconcile differences.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
We are commanded to seek out those who are lost. We are to be our brother’s keeper.
Would we not do well to have the pleasing of God as our motive rather than to try to elevate ourselves above our brother and outdo another?
Well, my brother says Hello. So, hooray for speech therapy.
Everyone knows that if you’ve got a brother, you’re going to fight.
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
If we are not our brother’s keeper, at least let us not be his executioner.
You must recognize that the way to get the good out of your brother and your sister is not to return evil for evil.
We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It’s inflammatory.
It’s time for the party of big ideas, not the party of Big Brother!
To steal from a brother or sister is evil. To not steal from the institutions that are the pillars of the Pig Empire is equally immoral.
‘Socialize’ means we turn more of our personal powers over to Big Brother, not free enterprise.
One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.
My brother plays guitar and base and writes. His name is Chase Ryan.