If you're still drawing breath, God's not done with you yet. Don't quit. Be brave and believe God is for you.

Let your light shine today, and let your personality blossom, too. You don't have to be a people-pleaser, just a people-lover.

Faith is not believing in my own unshakable belief. Faith is believing an unshakable God when everything in me trembles and quakes.

A bruised heart that chooses to beat with a passion for God amid pulsing pain and confusion may just be the most expensive offering placed on the divine altar.

God uses change to change us. He doesn’t use it to destroy us or to distract us, but to coax us to the next level of character, experience, compassion and destiny!

God has promised to every single one of us that even in our hardest times, if we would just hang on long enough, the blessing will come.

Sometimes God allows storms to come together in such a way that they ultimately fulfill something that would never have happened otherwise.

A broken heart heals when we allow the healing to go as deep as the wound went

If you are not royalty, He is not King.

God is busy making you someone no one else has ever been.

Picture God nudging you and me awake before dawn because He can hardly wait to be with us.

Hard-core results come from igniting the massive power of emotional commitment. Are your people committed?

Cabbage: a familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head.

The General Strike has taught the working class more in four days than years of talking could have done.

Every year lays more earth upon us, which weighs us down from aerial regions, till we go under the earth at last.

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

There's something hypocritical about a city that keeps half of its population underground half of the time; you can start believing that there's much more space than there really is-to live, to work.

There are literally as many ideas as there are organisms.

Humanity and life are reflected in the stars, and the Universe itself is poetry.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.