I think a lot of us are not on a path; we're in a rut. We have confused comfort with peace, belief with faith, safety with wisdom, wealth with blessing, and existence with life.

It is amazing where God will take you when you are willing to follow. Life is full of surprises when we choose mystery over security.

We are all hypocrites in transition. I am not who I want to be, but I am on the journey there, and thankfully I am not whom I used to be.

The church does not exist for us. We are the church, and we exist for the world.

God gives God-sized dreams to people with God-shaped hearts.

It is insanity to run from God and search for love.

The person who loves the process has a much greater chance of success than the person who loves the outcome.

The limitations you are willing to accept establish the boundaries of your existence.

Home is ultimately not about a place to live but about the people with whom you are most fully alive. Home is about love, relationship, community, and belonging, and we are all searching for home.

Your dreams are the product of your longings, a portrait of your potential, and a promise of your future.

You need to remember who God is, forget the painful wounds and let Him renew you.

Don't send me your script if you want me to play the black best friend; I just won't do that.

I had kind of sworn off network TV a while ago.

The emergence of a unified Europe is one of the most revolutionary events of our time.

I live at Gap Kids; I think they have the cutest stuff. I barely buy anything for myself, but my daughter has quite the collection.

The incremental approach to change is effective when what you want is more of what you've already got.

I wanted to design a chair which looked like a shrub pruned to look like a chair.

Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.

I know that people think of my work from the '70s as American, but I've been going to other places for a long time.

When I'm in northern Italy, I walk about feeling slightly less of a freak.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.