God give us men. The time demands strong minds, great hearts, true faith and willing hands.

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.

Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.

When two or three are gathered in unison, when all awareness is in total harmony, something magical will happen.

I got the chance to do things that I dreamed of when I was a kid: I got to travel around the world I had my own 'Goosebumps' attraction at Disney World I've been on TV and had three TV series.

I'm a sucker for a sad song.

As long as I have my feet, I can dance; you know what Im saying?

Friends are an intersection. A route back to the world.

Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!

[On John F. Kennedy:] ... now he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man.

What matters is not publication or success (success is bad for your prose) but the practice of the imaginative act. Our damaged values depend on it.

Calms appear, when Storms are past; Love will have his Hour at last: Nature is my kindly Care; Mars destroys, and I repair; Take me, take me, while you may, Venus comes not ev'ry Day.