I'm not what I want to be. I'm not what I'm going to be. But, thank God, I'm not what I was!

We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

God walks with us. He scoops us up in His arms or simply sits with us in silent strength until we cannot avoid the awesome recognition that yes, even now, He is there.

Satan labels you. God names you.

God must have said, "I know what I'll do, I'll send my Love right down there where they are. And I'll send it as a tiny baby, so they'll have to touch it, and they'll have to hold it close."

How beautiful it is to learn that Grace isn't fragile, and that in the family of God we can fail and not be a failure.

There may be no trumpet sound or loud applause when we make a right decision, just a calm sense of resolution and peace.

If we just give God the little that we have, we can trust Him to make it go around.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.

Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.

The things that matter the most in this world, they can never be held in our hand.

Take the stones that failure throws at you and build legacies the world will always remember you for.

We must not overlook the role that extremists play. They are the gadflies that keep society from being too complacent.

Speak of love with others. Remind each other of your spiritual purpose

I went into the gas station, said, Fill 'er up, Harry. The guy said, Regular? I said, No, put on a gorrila suit and dance like a fairy.

I think the one thing that athletics prepared me for thats been more beneficial than anything has been the humbling times.

If you're going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of different mazes, I'm pretty sure you need a girl's brain running the show.

The knowledge of numbers is one of the chief distinctions between us and the brutes.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately...

The only really effective apologia for Christianity comes down to two arguments, namely, the saints the Church has produced, and the art which has grown in her womb.

Titles are like a magicians wand which circumscribe human facility and prevent us from living the lives of man.