If you have never been hurt by a word from God, it is probably that you have never heard God speak.

Let nothing be said about anyone unless it passes through the three sieves: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?

We have all eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them.

It is great to be faced with the impossible, for nothing is impossible if one is meant to do it. Wisdom will be given, and strength. When the Lord leads, He always strengthens.

If you would live in victory . . . you must refuse to be dominated by the seen and the felt.

He said "Love...as I have loved you." We cannot love too much.

Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them.

All along, let us remember we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.

It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires which He creates

Cruelty and wrong are not the greatest forces in the world. There is nothing eternal in them. Only love is eternal.

Believe me, you're going to have to do much worse than this--in the pursuit of freedom, the innocents will suffer--and at your hands.

Try more strategy and less force. Passion never wins any game, never mind what they say.” He said something similar now: “Excuses don’t win a game. You should try strategy.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least.

If someone said, I want to translate your novel into Igbo, I would say, Go ahead. But when I write in the Igbo language, I write my own dialect. I write some poetry in that dialect.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

Only by perfect virtue can the perfect path, in all its courses, be made a fact.

You can't make Christ funny. He's self-aware, he's too flexible within the situation. It's rigidity, it's when the ego takes over and the behavior becomes inappropriate that it becomes funny.

The barbarian weapon is fission: the splitting asunder. It has been perfected for death. Our only weapon is fusion: an imperfect process still, though designed for life.

Oh, I was an ugly kid. My old man took me to the zoo. They thanked him for returning me.