If we would have God in the closet, God must have us out of the closet. There is no way of praying to God, but by living to God.

Four things let us ever keep in mind: God hears prayer, God heeds prayer, God answers prayer, and God delivers by prayer.

All God's plans have the mark of the cross on them, and all His plans have death to self in them.

He who is too busy to pray will be too busy to live a holy life. Satan had rather we let the grass grow on the path to our prayer chamber than anything else.

It is necessary to iterate and reiterate that prayer, as a mere habit, as a performance gone through by routine or in a professional way, is a dead and rotten thing.

Prayer honors God, acknowledges His being, exalts His power, adores His providence, secures His aid.

Prayer succeeds when all else fails

If God is not first in our thoughts and efforts in the morning, He will be in the last place the remainder of the day.

God shapes the world by prayer. The more prayer there is in the world the better the world will be, the mightier the forces of against evil

Prayer is not learned in a classroom but in the closet.

We regard prayer no longer as a duty which must be performed, but rather as a privilege which is to be enjoyed, a rare delight that is always revealing some new beauty.

Travel teaches as much as books.

Things happen in a way that surprises. That's why I'm reluctant to predict. You cannot predict.

I became disconnected from the childlike play that art could be. I spent so much time fearing I wasn't good enough that I lost the sense that my artistic expression was worthy.

I'm not a journalist any more. I don't have to stick a microphone up somebody's nostril and I don't have a camera lens behind my shoulder, I think people talk to me in a much franker way.

Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.

Technique bridges among ideas, and sometimes generates them.

America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.

The Gospel is like water; no man invented it, yet no man can live without it.

There's always something special when the service academies play each other that's not in any other game. This is not a regular game, and everyone involved knows that.

My boy, we are pilgrims in an unholy land.