Holy joy lies in the habit of murmuring thanks to God for the smallest of graces.

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.

Busy is a choice. Stress is a choice. Joy is a choice. Choose well.

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found.

Being joyful isn't what makes you grateful. Being grateful is what makes you joyful.

It's habits that can imprison you and it's habits that can free you. But when thanks to God becomes a habit - so joy in God becomes your life.

The moment when you are most repelled by a child's behavior, that is your warning light to draw the very closest to that child.

There is unwavering peace today when an uncertain tomorrow is trusted to an unchanging God.

We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don't numb themselves to really living.

If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved.

Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist-and i was holding you and you were looking up at me - all 'kiss me, kiss me, Christian

Every year a thousand kilometers of motor-roads will be opened until the greatest work in the history of mankind is completed.

If a law were passed giving six months to every writer of a first book, only the good ones would do it.

Many times I wondered whether my achievement was worth the loneliness I experienced, but now I realize the price was small.

What begins with comedy ends with comedy... in my short view of the matter.

Mathematicians themselves set up standards of generality and elegance in their exposition which are a bar to understand.

It is privilege of living to be acutely, agonizingly conscious of the moment that is always present and always passing.

Do good even to the wicked; it is as well to shut a dog's mouth with a crumb.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.