Ask [God] to help you reflect Christ as you grow older, instead of turning sour or grumpy.

There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.

A prayerless Christian is a powerless Christian.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The very practice of reading [the Bible] will have a purifying effect upon your mind and heart. Let nothing take the place of this daily exercise.

Confidentiality is the essence of being trusted.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul?

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

We mature not by years, but by stories…" Cinderella In Focus:Cindy's Secret

It is doubtless a vice to turn one's eyes inward too much but I am my own comedy and tragedy.

The basic problem is that our civilization, which is a civilization of machines, can teach man everything except how to be a man.

I assure you that it is our desire and intention to keep the doors of consultation always and fully open. There must never be a final word between friends.

As we depend upon our masters, for what we eat and drink and wear, and for all our comfortable things in this world, we cannot be happy, unless we please them.

There is a way in which the collective knowledge of mankind expresses itself, for the finite individual, through mere daily living . . . a way in which life itself is sheer knowing.

Can we ever have too much of a good thing?

I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.

If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'" Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?