Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.

If my life is fruitless, it doesn't matter who praises me, and if my life is fruitful, it doesn't matter who criticizes me.

You can do more than pray after you have prayed, but you cannot do more than pray until you have prayed. Pray often, for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge to Satan.

In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

The difference between true and false repentance lies in this: the man who truly repents cries out against his heart; but the other, as Eve, against the serpent, or something else.

What God says is best, is best, though all the men in the world are against it.

No man, without trials and temptations, can attain a true understanding of the Holy Scriptures.

If people really see that Christ has removed the fear of punishment from them by taking it into Himself, they won't do whatever they want, they'll do whatever He wants.

The truths that I know best I have learned on my knees. I never know a thing well, till it is burned into my heart by prayer.

Pray often, for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.

All great art is a form of complaint

We all draw breath and life from the same source of creation.

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

None of them knew the color of the sky.

To burn always with this hard gemlike flame. To maintain this ecstasy is success in life.

The only man who makes money following the races is one who does it with a broom and shovel.

Throughout the years I have set up my own rules about eating food: Never eat anything you can't pronounce. Beware of food that is described as, "Some Americans say it tastes like chicken.

In a rock garden we foster a little patch of the wilderness that stands to us for freedom.

Bliss is a thing which is always there and is not something which comes and goes. That which comes and goes is a creation of the mind.

The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.