How different our standard is from Christ's. We ask how much a man gives. Christ asks how much he keeps.

Pride must die in you, or nothing of heaven can live in you.

Being filled with the Spirit is simply this - having my whole nature yielded to His power. When the whole soul is yielded to the Holy Spirit, God Himself will fill it.

We must begin to believe that God, in the mystery of prayer, has entrusted us with a force that can move the Heavenly world, and can bring its power down to earth.

Humility is nothing but the disappearance of self in the vision that God is all.

Our forgiving love toward men is the evidence of God's forgiving love in us. It is a necessary condition of the prayer of faith.

God cannot hear the prayers on our lips often because the desires of our heart after the world cry out to Him much more strongly and loudly than the our desires for Him.

The great thing in prayer is to feel that we are putting our supplications into the bosom of omnipotent love.

Answered prayer is the interchange of love between the Father and His child.

A dead Christ I must do everything for; a living Christ does everything for me.

Humility is the displacement of self by the enthronement of God.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

A woman who is found without her veil in some regions of Islam will it is reported raise her skirt to cover her face.

I never expected to be Defence Secretary. It's a great privilege.

I put it into my mind to become a complete player, a complete player.

Even when I did Ryan Gosling's movie (Lost River), we had a very '80s kind of vibe and I would say for two or three months after that, I was dressing in a very sort of '80s way.

I've always been able to make choices that don't embarrass me.

I wish someone would give me one shred of neutral evidence that financial innovation has led to economic growth — one shred of evidence.

I guess I'd love to be surprised by something I had never thought of.

I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.

Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with your tough talk? That's like Christopher Reeve doing the crip walk.