It's not your blue blood, your pedigree or your college degree. It's what you do with your life that counts.

For a community to be whole and healthy, it must be based on people's love and concern for each other.

We have the know-how in the world to house everyone. We have the resources in the world to house everyone. All that's missing is the WILL to do it.

This is God's work. It makes blisters and it makes sweat, but it's worth my time and it's worth your time....Working together as God's people in the world-I don't know of anything more rewarding.

I see life as both a gift and a responsibility. My responsibility is to use what God has given me to help His people in need.

We want to make it socially, morally, politically and religiously unacceptable to have substandard housing and homelessness.

There are sufficient resources in the world for the needs of everybody, but not enough for the greed of even a significant minority.

Everyone who gets sleepy at night should have a simple decent place to lay their heads, on terms they can afford to pay.

I have tried raising money by asking for it, and by not asking for it. I always got more by asking for it.

The only safe investment one can make in life is what is given away.

Faith must become more than a verbal proclamation or an intellectual assent. True faith must be acted out.

Every kind of knowledge, every science, is as a tree: if the fruit of it be the love of God, then is it a blessed tree, but if not, that tree is but dried-up wood, and shall only feed the fire

I seek to bring forth what you almost already know.

If I'd had some set idea of a finish line, don't you think I would have crossed it years ago?

Everyone keeps saying the western's dead, but it's not.

I can live my legacy or just have led a busy life.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

Truth, not a pet, is man's best friend.

I would stare at maps of Delaware for hours.

I felt the same fear in my first fight as I did in my last fight. It never goes away.

Don't even wait until you've lost a pound. The minute you can push the plate away with food still on it, give yourself a pat on the back.