Any assessment of where we stand in relationship to Him tells us that we do not stand at all. We kneel.

God does not begin by asking us about our ability, but only about our availability, and if we then prove our dependability, he will increase our capability.

The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only when it is stretched.

If, in the end, you have not chosen Jesus Christ it will not matter what you have chosen.

The more seriously we work on our own imperfections, the less we are judgemental of the imperfections of others.

We should certainly count our blessings, but we should also make our blessings count.

No love is ever wasted. Its worth does not lie in reciprocity.

The submission of one's will is really the only uniquely personal thing we have to place on God's altar. The many other things we 'give' are actually the things He has already given or loaned to us.

We should not assume; however, that just because something is unexplainable by us, it is unexplainable.

Trials and tribulations tend to squeeze the artificiality out of us, leaving the essence of what we really are and clarifying what we really yearn for.

You rock a sobbing child without wondering if today's world is passing you by, because you know you hold tomorrow tightly in your arms.

It is always, first Self, then everything else.

Great stories strengthen us to be great souls.

The trick is to fix the problem you have, rather than the problem you want.

But wanderlust is like a pretty girl - you wake up one morning, find she's grown old and decide that either you're going to commit your life or you're going to walk away.

The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.

Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.

I don't associate much with anybody. I'm not big on all the teachings and groups and being a part of something, I guess.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective.

Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life.