As a rule, Americans are big on that word “choice” and some souls can be captured simply by dangling before the creature a continual, lifelong supply of things from which to choose.

Your suffering only matters if it connects you to the suffering of others, if it heals them too.

Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.

When their minds mingle with His magnanimity, something of eternity rubs off on their imaginations.

In every human act of charity, something larger, greater, divine has come down to visit the act.

They want explanation, not faith; God gives them faith as the explanation.

The more we train a man to labor, deliberate, dictate and demand over the inconsequential, the less capable his mind becomes of holding that of consequence.

Joy is that paradox where a man so trusts, is so enraptured, as to be caught up and lost in the other, while at the same time, being utterly known by the other, thus utterly himself.

In Joy, to lose one’s life is to gain it, and Joy never loses an opportunity to be lost in the other.

They think that if they had more belief they would pray more, so keep them lacking. Never let them realize that the opposite is true: If they prayed more, they would have more belief.

Somehow they fail to see that for someone aggravated by depression, self-help will be useless, indeed, it is precisely the self that needs to be forgotten.

Our past may explain why we're suffering but we must not use it as an excuse to stay in bondage.

Dad was a strict disciplinarian and would give us a wallop with a wooden spoon if we were out of order. But we really respected him - he didn't try to be our best friend.

There is something about the melody of 'Thunder Road' that just suggests 'new day.' It suggests morning it suggests something opening up.

No, I am not pregnant. I am fat. And, as the Prime Minister, its my right to be fat if I want to.

The grapevine should be named after a more bitter fruit. It should be called the grapefruit tree.

I am genuine, fun and passionate.

Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards.

Nothing can create something all the time due to the laws of quantum mechanics, and it's - it's fascinatingly interesting.

I do an improv show on Sunday where we have a class, and then afterwards we go and do a live performance in front of an audience.

You surrender to love; you do not accomplish love by willpower.