Everest? Don't forget it's really just a big pile of rocks.

Even when we're standing at the scariest precipice ever, our soul still cries out for joy.

It’s hard to hear the gentle whisper of the Spirit amid the noise of Christendom.

I am convinced the longer I live that life and its blessings are not so entirely unjustly distributed as when we are suffering greatly we are inclined to suppose.

If everyone were a good person, it'd obviously be a better world.

Grace is inviting to the unrighteous and threatening to the self-righteous

I think I wasted a lot of my youth, falling for girls who were a couple of years older than me.

When we face our fears, we can find our freedom.

The idea that a student can write a sonnet or a novel without having a sound understanding about its history, and where it fits into literature as a whole, seems to me to be manifestly daft.

My favorite form is the short story. From an aesthetics stand point you really have to pare down to the bone. You can't write a throw-away scene.

Because the Scriptures say that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him, we need not conclude that a murderer cannot be saved. He can be if he will come to Christ and receive Him as Savior.