It's very hard, for most of us to tolerate being loved.

The only thing that really matters in life are your relationships to other people.

Life ain't easy. Terrible things happen to everyone. You have to keep your sense of humor, give something of yourself to others, make friends who are younger than you, learn new things, and have fun.

The seventy-five years and twenty million dollars expended on the Grant Study points to a straightforward five-word conclusion: Happiness is love. Full stop.

Joy is connection... The more areas in your life you can make connection, the better.

It is not stress that kills us. It is effective adaptation to stress that allows us to live.

Anxiety and depression are the price you pay for a well-lived life.

Happiness is only the cart; love is the horse

If you want to treat an illness that has no easy cure, first of all, treat them with hope.

The recent years of the Grant Study have shown that our lives when we are old are the sum of all of our loves.

Whether we live to a vigorous old age lies not so much in our stars or in our genes but in ourselves.

The role of biblical counselors is facilitate the discovery of a greater God awareness through spiritual eyes that look at life through scriptural lenses.

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

I don't know about you, but I only have one life, and I don't want to spend it in a sewer of injustice.

Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants.

The great mistake made by most of the Lord’s people is in hoping to discover in themselves that which is to be found in Christ alone.

The case has been going on for so long that I've forgotten whether I'm really innocent or guilty.

A spark in the sun, this tiny flower has roots deep in the cool earth.

Without being in constant exchange with the rest of the cosmos, you cannot exist. The idea of individuality is an illusion.

For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.

I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with death in hand, and death's own hand is warmer than my own. I don't wish to live any longer.