A man's calling is written on his true heart, and he discovers it when he enters the frontier of his deep desires.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.

Deep in his heart, every man longs for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue.

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.

Security is not found in the absence of danger, but in the presence of Jesus.

Faith looks back and draws courage; hope looks ahead, and keeps desire alive.

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master's finishing touch.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

Caring for our own hearts isn't selfishness; it's how we begin to love.

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.

Le passé et le présent sont deux statues incomplètes: l'une a été retirée toute mutilée du débris des âges, l'autre n'a pas encore reçu sa perfection de l'avenir.

Life's journey is peppered with many bumps and pitfalls. If we make mountains out of each one, we will get nowhere.

What physics looks for: The simplest possible system of thought which will bind together the observed facts.

Writers can't write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.

If you like your brother and he's prospering, you'll be pleased for him.

Dr. Calder [a Unitarian minister] said of Dr. [Samuel] Johnson on the publications of Boswell and Mrs. Piozzi, that he was like Actaeon, torn to pieces by his own pack.

I am not Shakespeare or Hemingway, but I have written stories on tennis that were brilliant.

Colour is the soul of Nature and of the entire cosmos.

Gymnastics is so complex.

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.