Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.

A whole new generation of Christians has come up believing that it is possible to 'accept' Christ without forsaking the world.

Worshipers never leave church...we carry our sanctuary with us wherever we go.

Destroying rainforest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.

Faith is not a conclusion you reach...it's a journey you live.

Be nice to people on your way up because you'll meet them on your way down.

Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction.

You teach me, I forget. You show me, I remember. You involve me, I understand.

Look closely at nature. Every species is a masterpiece, exquisitely adapted to the particular environment in which it has survived. Who are we to destroy or even diminish biodiversity?

Anytime you're afraid to try something new...just remember, amateurs built the ark, professionals built the titanic.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

God shows us his plan and connects us with others who share the same passion to extend his kingdom

You can't lie a lifetime, son. Either you gon' tell the truth, or the truth's gon' tell on you

You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either

Old habits for old people

If you're not happy every morning when you get up leave for work or start to work at home-if you're not enthusiastic about doing that you're not going to be successful.

Marriage isn't something you agree to do one day, and if things don't go right, then it's over.

We will make love an art and we will love like artists.

And with a little sense of humor we can say that there are Christian bats who prefer the shadows to the light of the presence of the Lord.