All that has been done to weaken the foundation of an implicit faith in the Bible, as a whole, has been at the expense of the sense of religious obligation, and at the cost of human happiness.

The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.

Imperfect people are all god has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to him, but he deals with it. So should we.

Have confidence in who you are and don’t be afraid to go for what you really want in life.

The Church is not a monastery for the isolation of perfect people. It is more like a hospital provided for those who wish to get well.

God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Hope on. Journey on. Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns, but first and forever fan the flame of your faith, because all things are possible to them that believe.

Above all, never lose faith in your Father in Heaven, who loves you more than you can comprehend.

God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go.

God expects you not simply to face the future; He expects you to embrace and shape the future--to love it and rejoice in it and delight in your opportunities.

Pure Christlike love flowing from true righteousness can change the world.

I was still searching for someone to blame for my suffering. I really wanted someone to transfer my hate to, so that I could stop hating myself.

Stop chasing people who keep running away from your presence, because even if you succeed in catching them, sooner or later they would run away.

There's always new stuff, that's for sure.

My mom has always told me that beauty fades but inner beauty is forever. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman [who] takes care of [herself].

This is the real power of habit: the insight that your habits are what you choose them to be.

But is it what we love, or how we love, That makes true good?

The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.

I loved the process of writing.

There is no higher claim to journalistic integrity than going to jail to protect a source.